The three individuals had moved back to the wide open area that surrounded the cabin. There was nothing but grass stretching out for nearly a hundred meters in every direction, creating a natural clearing around them.
Beyond that, right at the edge of the open space, was the dense forest where Aron and Hercules had fought just the other day. What was surprising to Max was that the area looked remarkably cleared now.
Signs of the fierce battle still remained, scars in the dirt, splintered trunks, but the broken and fallen trees had been removed and repositioned, giving the place an oddly tidy appearance. It wasn't something Aron and his group could have managed on their own, not without the right equipment. Max could only assume it had been Hercules himself who had done the work.
Now, Max stood just a few meters away from Hercules, the towering figure radiating quiet strength. Aron remained by his side, a steady presence.
