To Flee or Not

Really... what are those?

While transmitting her voice, Anvis suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look into the distance.

At the edge of his vision, a cluster of faint black dots appeared to be flying toward them.

...They're just minor problems, not real dangers. They'll be fine! Besides, I can now restrain part of the Misfortune Trait on me. It won't affect everything indiscriminately like before.

Having made assurances one moment only for something to happen the next, Claire's expression stiffened slightly. Still, she rallied herself and tried to defend herself.

"It seems your condition really has improved quite a bit, Senior Claire."

But after seeing what was flying toward them, Anvis nodded as well, acknowledging Claire's words.

"What are those things?"

Because Anvis and Claire had turned to look, the other members of the squad also noticed the black dots gradually approaching from the horizon.

"A Nightmare Feather Raven Swarm. They are Third Rank gregarious Magical Beasts, but there are usually several Fourth Rank Head Ravens among them. Once their numbers grow large enough, even Sixth Rank Magical Beasts would not dare provoke them lightly.

"They say that if you are touched by their black feathers condensed with Curse power, you will die painfully in endless nightmares. They say not even the soul can escape!"

The experienced middle-aged leader quickly recognized the attacking flock, and his expression immediately turned grave.

"Run! Head into the forest over there and find somewhere to hide! Nightmare Feather Ravens are dangerous, but they are nocturnal bird-type Magical Beasts. Their eyesight is poor during the day. As long as we do not make too much noise, they should not spot us."

At his words, the Traveler Squad immediately began running desperately toward the distant forest. Any magical items that could speed up