Aaron opened his eyes, and this time they were filled with pure confidence. Gone was the hesitation, now, only resolve remained.
He was ready. Even in close combat, he could now face enemies of equal strength without fear.
It was time to begin the hunt.
He checked the map, the Gray Wolves were deeper in the Savannah Mountain Range.
A few minutes later, he reached the entrance of the fog zone.
He glanced at the map again. Its coverage had shrunk, only 500 meters of visibility remained.
Aaron took a deep breath and stepped into the mist.
Within minutes, the fog thickened, and distant roars echoed through the trees.
The wind was chilly, biting at his face, hands, and bare feet. But his cloak kept the rest of his body warm.
He moved swiftly, leaping from tree to tree, his senses sharp
