The four of them rested in the cave for the night, then set out again once they had recovered their strength.
Before leaving Mount Maxy, Ang had set the loyal Camelback Beast free—during their journey through the mountains, its cumbersome body would only become a burden.
So they used Shapeshifting once more, taking on the forms of lizardfolk as they slowly made their way through the dense forests and mountains.
The Fett Mountains were vast and primordial, with few people having set foot here over the centuries.
There were no roads, no markers—only damp moss, fallen ancient trees, and thorny shrubs.
The party of four moved slowly, with Dana leading the way with his greatsword, silently hacking through the obstructing bushes and tangled thorns. The sharp blade sliced through branches and leaves, leaving behind streak after streak of torn vegetation.
Sweat dripped from his brow, yet he voiced no complaints.
"Ang, at this pace... when are we ever going to get out of this damned place?" Dana called back as he cut through a clump of vines ahead, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.
"Once we get far enough from the Black-winged Eagles' territory, we can travel by air," Ang said softly as he followed close behind.
"Are Black-winged Eagles really as terrifying as you say?" Dana frowned, his voice full of doubt.
"They are pack-dwelling level 3 magical beasts, and their hunting methods are exceptionally ruthless. Even level 4 magical beasts find it difficult to escape unscathed once they get entangled with them." Ang paused before adding, "And they are extremely patient. Unless their prey dies, they will never give up."
"Then can't we just fly lower? Skim above the treetops so we're less likely to be spotted," Dana suggested.
Ang gave a bitter smile and shook his