Martin's face tensed; there was indeed something wrong with this place.
"Martin, what do you see over there?" Aimee suddenly pointed in a direction and shouted to Martin.
Martin, hearing Aimee's shout, quickly snapped out of it, thinking they had encountered a fierce beast. He tightened his grip on the bow and arrow.
Although Martin's current accuracy with the bow and arrow was not very impressive, relying on luck to hit the target, it was his only weapon for self-defense.
Martin was prepared.
If they encountered a fierce beast, he would immediately shoot all five arrows, hoping that one or two might hit by luck.
However, when he looked in the direction Aimee pointed, Martin didn't see any fierce beast.
It seemed like there was a white object hanging on a small tree.
It swayed gent
