"All right, let us move then," Max said to everyone there.
With his words, everyone began moving toward the entrance of Witch God Valley.
Caroline was still injured, but after using her light energy to stabilize her wounds, she refused to slow the group down. Jessica walked beside her with a tense expression, while Nancy stayed near Max, her senses spread outward as much as possible in the cursed mist.
Max took the lead without hesitation, and because of what they had already seen from him, no one questioned his position. Even Caroline, who was older than him and had survived years of imprisonment, hunting, and factional conflict, found herself silently following his pace.
It was not because Max had demanded obedience. It was because his presence created a strange sense of certainty, as if the path ahead would open as long as he walked first.
