It was early in the morning.
Even though the sun was already shining in the sky, the inside of the forest was barely lit up.
Shrouded in tall trees with roots that reached to the other trees near them, the canopy was incredibly dense, allowing barely any light to seep through. It was no wonder that Ghosts populated the forest with this perfect atmosphere for them.
Deklan stabbed the ground with his spear, creating a hole as big as an oversized mole.
He wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the dimly lit forest exasperatedly.
"Fuck," He cursed under his breath. "I made a mistake by coming here."
For about ten minutes straight, Deklan had been venturing deeper into the forest in search of Ghosts he could hunt down. He thought finding a group of them would be easy, but he was mistaken, as he did not see a single Ghost.
Not to mention, he also came to realize something—he might get lost.
