The morning mist clung to the trees as the caravan set off once more, their wheels creaking gently over the uneven dirt path. Sunlight speared through the forest canopy above, casting dappled gold onto the road as the peaceful rhythm of travel took hold.
The group moved with ease, their spirits light, helped by the quiet company of a man whose very presence guaranteed safety. There was no need for constant worry or second glances into the forest's depths. With the Monster King riding along, the fear of bandit attacks and beast ambushes seemed laughable. Though they were in beast territory now, they hadn't even run into one. It really felt like Lance had a magical deterring effect.
