The following day, a long procession of adventurers snaked through the woods of the secret plane.
Scouts had been sent ahead to search the surrounding forests. They returned with peculiar faces and good news. No vampires or their servants — the ghouls — were lying in ambush along their path.
As for the monsters that resided within these woods, they hid in fear upon seeing the nearly five hundred adventurers moving through the forest in disciplined formation. The sight alone was enough to frighten them.
For years, the woods had belonged to the monsters. They had hunted freely, driven by instinct and hunger. But now, hundreds of armed adventurers marched through their territory like a moving wall of steel.
The monsters watched from the darkness. None dared approach. Not even the powerful Rank 2 monsters.
And true to their word, the vampires did not attack.
The march continued.
