They reached the edge of the Flying Thorns Forest within twenty minutes. The tree trunks were thick, girthy and packed tightly together. Above their heads, the trees canopies were intertwined, protecting themselves from the strong floating island winds.
The wind that had been battering them across the open ground had also died down considerably once they stepped beneath the cover of the trees.
"Stay on the main paths for now." Frey said, his voice lower than before. "The thorn plants grow near the water sources deeper in. As long as we stick to the dry ground, we won't trigger them."
They moved deeper into the forest in silence.
It didn't take long for the first beast to appear.
A low growl rumbled from behind a cluster of thick roots to their left. A pair of yellow eyes blinked open in the shadows, watching them.
"A Level 27 beast." Frey said quietly, stopping in his tracks. "They hunt alone in this part of the forest." He stepped back and gestured toward it. "All yours."
