Vale sighed as he looked toward the village from afar, spotting a plethora of soot and mud-covered faces staring back toward him.
'Pitiful…'
It had been five days since Vale had ascended out of the canyon, and within those five days, everything had gone perfectly.
The villagers tried to chase them from time to time, but Vale and his Legion would just run away into the forest.
If the villagers got overzealous and followed, then they'd have to run through the rose bushes, injuring themselves, plus even if they got close to Vale's group, each warrior was physically stronger by a fair margin.
Not to mention Toy and Awilix could maneuver their lithe forms around the forest without having to be subjected to the rose ground, carving up anyone who dared to tread too far away with ease.
In fact, about 200 villagers had died this way, their bodies hidden somewhere beneath where the red roses grew.
And, speaking of Toy…
Vale had decided to make her and Edith swap weapons.
