Sirius Continent — Sout Region, Forested Area | Date: 620.05.12
Hours ago, the scout team sent by Amon had ventured deep into the forest and taken a short break. The sky was covered in thick gray clouds; the wind whistled softly among the trees.
Team leader Mirelle scanned the nine people lined up before her. Her straight brown hair fell over her shoulders, adding severity to her stern expression. She stood around 1.70 meters tall—not large, not delicate—but her well-trained body revealed visible muscle.
"From this point on, we must be quieter and more careful," she said. Her voice was low but clear. "We're close to the destruction zone. Micel, if I sense danger, I'll signal you. When I do, teleport all of us. Now, we move."
Micel, walking at the rear, was a slim man around 1.60 meters tall. The sleeves of his gray outfit were slightly long. His eyes were timid yet alert. His respect for Mirelle was evident in his gaze. He nodded to confirm her words.
