Daniel and Lia moved with quiet purpose, deeper into the oppressive gloom of the Dark Forest.
Ayra, had charged off on her own nearly an hour ago, her battle cry resonating then fading, leaving them in a tense silence.
"She's going to get herself killed, or worse, get us all into a fight we're not ready for," Daniel muttered, his voice low.
He kept his A-Grade Phantom Edge Striking Wraps on, his senses, amplified by [Aura Sense], constantly scanning their surroundings.
The dense Yin energy here made his senses feel a bit like wading through thick water, but the impressions were still clear enough.
Lia, walking gracefully beside him, her B-Grade Verdant Lifespring Staff-Sword held ready, offered a small, resigned smile.
"Ayra is… spirited, Daniel. Her [Primal Fury Berserker] talent thrives on direct confrontation. She feels the pull of battle like a moth to a flame."
Her calm grey eyes, however, held a flicker of concern.
