~Wysteria POV~
"Bandits?"
We all jolted up. Izak immediately stood in front of me. His hand went to my arm, lightly pushing me behind him.
"Stay behind me," Izak said with his eyes forward and his other hand holding the hilt of his sword.
"How many of them?"
Uncle Aaron's voice turned deep and low. His eyes turned sharp and cold as he stared into the forest where sounds of air wheezing and metal clanking came from.
"Five were up ahead but from the magic parameter, we were sensing a whole gang of them in hiding,"
"..."
A deep gruntling reverberated from Uncle Aaron's chest, finching the man reporting in front of him.
"Stay here,"
Izak's grip on the sword tightened. His jaw clenched as he lightly nodded to the order.
"Lead the way."
Uncle Aaron said before he sprinted into the fo
