Vinceral Forest, northern outer edge.
Leon and Rees pressed forward in the snow-laced gloom, their boots crunching over frozen underbrush. Despite their alerted senses, the forest lay still—too still.
No monsters were in sight. Only the occasional sigh of wind whispered through the trees.
*Swish-Swish*
"Where did all the monsters go? It's dead here." Leon muttered, his tone edged with confusion.
"The cold is forcing them into hiding, Mr. Leon." Rees replied.
"What ?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"Only a few monsters can deal with such a cold weather and even they only come out in the day.
We should return, Mr. Leon it's worthless to waste anymore time in this place. It's nearly midnight. I doubt we'll find anything still roaming." Rees explained as he halted and looked at Leon.
Leon nodded slightly, his gaze scanning the treeline. "Alright... but we'll walk back to the dungeon."
Rees tilted his skull slightly. "Why walk, when I can—"
