The two hundred and twenty Chuckna Warriors who survived the catastrophe followed the little kid, traversing through the dense jungle.
In the winter jungle, many large trees had already lost most of their dead leaves. Bare branches crisscrossed, dark and heavy as they reached up into the sky, resembling countless praying hands. The beauty of the autumn jungle hadn't completely vanished, as evergreen plants mixed with yellow fallen leaves, red maple leaves, and white and brown bark painted the forest with a layer of quiet beauty.
From the treetops, bird calls occasionally rang out, while on the ground, the sound of boots stepping on dry branches and leaves could be heard. As the cold wind whistled through the forest, the previously silent jungle became noisy. The forest leaves swayed in the wind, producing a sound like a downpour.
