The sudden drop in temperature hit the group the moment they crossed the boundary.
Cold air rushed into their lungs, frosting their breath almost instantly, but everyone had been prepared for it and no one panicked.
The group moved forward smoothly.
Leading them was the acolyte captain, Mark, as Adam had learned his name not long ago, followed by three acolytes.
Behind them were Abigail, Dickson, and three of their people, including the long-eared elf.
And bringing up the rear, unbothered by formation or hierarchy, was Adam.
Ten people.
A clean, efficient number.
The rest had been left outside the incursion, and that was intentional. With the after effects of the pulse container, monsters wouldn't approach the perimeter for at least seventy-two hours.
Those guarding the fence didn't need extra protection yet, and there was no point risking more lives than necessary.
Besides… numbers weren't exactly required.
Not when Adam was here.
