Bab 64: Chapter 64: The Man behind the Mask

Several days passed since Jorael and his group left Vas'Anellir to head northeast, bypassing the fog. Their journey had been difficult most of the time, as the Magic Beasts continued to attack them in large numbers.

"Ahhhh it's so tiring!

Ok, I do some exercise but dis is a little too much!" Kimora whined as she removed her dagger from a Basilisk's head.

"Ah! Sister is right!

Forseti is always looking for action, but not being able to sleep most nights is becoming unbearable! "Bromur exclaimed as he washed the monster's blood off his dear ax.

"It's Catoblepas' fault.

He is ruining the entire habitat of the Dark Forest.

At this point, I think he went straight to the Fog Banks because Magic Beasts of all kinds are coming out of there." Jorael explained as he checked the Basilisk's carcass.

"Yet, we haven't met him or any other Behemoths." Cyn'Thia pointed out as she collected arrows that she previously fired at the now-dead monster.