The cohort spent the next few hours climbing up the mountain while slaying the Corrupted in the middle of the way.
Achilles had been carefully searching for any signs of a potential invisible enemy, but he couldn't find anything at all. Asides from the echoes that were still moving with the same pace as before, there was nothing to prove the existence of this "horde".
He felt like he was searching for something that didn't exist. A search for nothing.
"Damnit! We're searching for nothing!"
Achilles looked at the olive-skinned beauty who had just screamed out those words. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what she just said:
'Jinxed. I just thought the same thing.'
The current time was noon and the sun was already above their heads. Because of that, Achilles and Lorenzo decided to set up a temporary camp in the woods to avoid the heat of the blazing hot sun. Continued traveling in this condition would only make the cohort turn increasingly uncomfortable and tired.
