Raizel picked up the drop and glanced around.
"Well.. That was manageable. But if stronger ones are deeper in… I'll need to be sharper."
He didn't want to summon his Sword yet. Not until he had a clearer grasp of the environment. Using it now could attract attention—and he had no clue who might be watching.
Just as he moved forward, he heard distant voices. Multiple footsteps, echoing with laughter and chatter.
He ducked behind a tree and peered through the leaves.
A group of five adventurers came into view. They looked well-armed—swords, axes, bows, enchanted gear. Most likely a mid-level squad from a guild. One of them pointed toward the direction Raizel had come from.
"Look, fresh blood," the man laughed. "Someone already made a kill here."
Another one sniffed the air. "Still warm. They must be close."
Raizel frowned, his grip tightening on his spear.
These weren't just hunters. They were robbers. Or could be bloodthirsty killers.
And they were tracking him.
