Bab 48: Chapter 47: How to Fight in a Different World (1)

Leaning below the shade of the trees and the coverings of the bushes, a group of three made its way around the sides of the unused paths. One held a quiver of bows straddled to his back, the second a giant halberd, and the only things worthy of mention on the third were his fluttering black cloak and his fresh, unscratched leather boots. They crawled their way ahead, not making a single snap nor a rustle as they passed through the veneer of green.

Finding a sudden sag in the ground, Quinton at the front raised his fist and the two following behind stopped.

He closed his eyes and pressed the dent in the ground with his fingers. As soon as he touched the dirt, a surge of mana spread.

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A faint green glow emerged around Quinton's hand before disappearing. Quinton slightly raised his body and moved.

"Let's go."