The forest is silent, cold firs like pillars.
Even at noon, sunlight struggles to penetrate the branches and leaves, falling into this lifeless dense forest.
The knights entering this place seem to step into an ancient tomb in slumber.
They have been searching this forest area for nearly half a month.
Yet, nothing has been found.
But no one complained because of this, nor did anyone question the leader, they trusted him completely.
Because walking at their forefront is the "Northern Blade"—Vic Glanser.
His deep silver armor gleams coldly, twenty elite knights of the Northern Territory silently follow behind him, weaving through the deathly silent forest sea.
This squad is personally selected, trained, and led by Vic.
They never rely on their eyes to find enemies; they cross battlefields by relying on Vic's perception ability, and have accomplished great deeds several times.
But only Vic himself knows that the tightly wound string in his heart has quietly trembled.
