"Gus!"
"Eight Fingers!"
Byron glanced over, and the two men behind him immediately understood. Gus, the Phantom Blade, drew the pair of daggers at his waist. His figure flashed, transforming into a wisp of blue smoke as he silently disappeared into the dense jungle.
As per the adventure team's assigned roles, he was naturally the scout, responsible for eliminating dangers and leaving markers along the way.
Although communication between the inside and outside of the Secret Realm was cut off, the Golden Law still enabled unhindered communication among members of The King's Right Hand within it. Even common Parrot Conches and Echo Conches remained effective, which was sufficient for their adventuring needs.
Eight Fingers drew the double-bladed battle-axe from his back and strode to the edge of the tropical rainforest, where there was no clear path.
