A few hours after the bold sun hid behind the cover of the vast horizon.
All seven active squads returned to their camps while the remaining three left for their night rounds.
Rion's squad members snored comfortably on their fur beds, but Rion was nowhere to be seen.
Because at the moment, he was jumping from one redwood tree to another and was making his way towards the purple fog forest.
His spear, which was wrapped around his back with leather straps, illuminated his way.
Before long, his steps touched the dead trees of the purple fog forest, and his eyes fell on his first prey.
He crouched and looked at the kareth a few meters away from him.
Thin purple miasma swirled through its small hole-riddled, hare-like body, and four ravenous red eyes scanned the withered ground around it.
Rion narrowed his eyes and watched it jump from one spot to another.
A few moments later, he loosened the leather straps and freed his spear.
