Don’t forget to tell the king of hell who sent you there....

The next day, Chris and his team of 30 men set off as they planned before daybreak. Chris had studied the route to the liar in the center yesterday and hence the team didn’t chance upon any unexpected encounters. Along the way, Chris noted the natural sounds of the forest; he noted that the most common sound was the cry of the little cuckoo dove.

He raised his hand with his hands fisted, a gesture that his men knew meant that they should be as still as water; They paused holding their breaths as they watched Chris taking out his little black device from his belt and tunning it for recording. He pressed the record button as soon as the little cuckoo dove started cooing. He nodded towards his men once he finished so that they could continue their onward journey.

Their mission was clear and defined; the mages had two jobs while the martial artist had only one. The mages were responsible for identifying the magical boogy traps and shielding the rest of the team and maintaining communicatio