"Let's go."
Landon saw that it was about time, so he waved his hand, leading the group away from the area.
It was getting late, but they still traveled a long way in the direction they had come from. A Necromancer could likely sense when their created Undead Creatures were killed, so to be safe, they needed to get far away.
They didn't stop until night fell completely, having put nearly twenty to thirty kilometers between them and the battlefield. They then found a suitable spot nearby to make camp.
Even though it was late and everyone was exhausted, the necessary preparations could not be skipped.
Checking the surroundings for Demons, setting traps, starting a fire, and scattering powder to repel insects, snakes, and other beasts...
As Adventurers, they couldn't let their guard down for a moment in the wild, no matter how strong they were.
Only after all these preparations were complete did everyone eat something, arrange the night watch, and turn in to sleep.
