C128 I Think No Problem

The fifth day …

The forest was dark and cold, with gusts of cold wind blowing on the paths.

Breathing hoarsely, the dull sound of armor colliding, and the ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing against metal …

Then, an untidy footstep sounded.

It was as if there was no difference from the past few days, yet there seemed to be a large group of people running in silence