Two years later.
Despite being near the capital, the Beast Forest, known for housing strong beasts, was always untouched.
The creatures within were undoubtedly strong, but since they never harmed the civilians, the royals never tried anything.
No one knew this land belonged to someone who even the royals were scared to offend, so they made up lies about the forest housing strong but harmless beasts.
But today, that forest was quiet—too quiet for comfort.
Four figures moved like shadows beneath the thick canopy, boots pressing into the moss-laden ground with practiced stealth.
The leader, a striking woman with short silver hair and emerald-green eyes, kept frowning as she heard how noisy her subordinates were while moving.
She raised a fist, halting the group.
"Keep low. This is supposed to be a danger zone, not a bloody tea garden," she whispered, eyes scanning the underbrush.
"Aye, boss," one of the men muttered, his hand never leaving the hilt of his curved dagger.
