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As the survivors pressed on, clashing with the ghoulish creatures lurking in the foggy plain, Horizon noticed Vodgo calling for Rysamora. The elder whispered something to her, and though she looked shocked, she nodded and began shouting orders for the tribe to head toward "the Husks."
Horizon's attention was then drawn to Linji, who knelt beside one of the fallen dragonkin, examining it with intense focus. When Linji realized Horizon was watching him, he quickly stood and hurried to catch up with Vodgo's porters.
Something about Linji's behavior made Horizon uneasy, but there was no time to dwell on it. The mist was closing in, and the relentless dragonkin were far from defeated.
The only sounds on the battlefield were the anguished cries of the wounded Amberskins. The nightmarish creatures they fought moved in eerie silence, their decaying armor the only thing that betrayed their presence. Not even a whisper escaped them, even as they fell, turning the battle into a grim, silent horror.
When the dust settled, it became painfully clear that the tribe had lost another group to the relentless Nix'udjar. Yet, the survivors pressed on, as they began running in a specific direction. It was evident they knew something they hadn't shared with Horizon.
"They seem to know where they're going," Horizon remarked, his gaze narrowing as he observed the Amberskins. "I thought they avoided these parts."
"I thought so too," Von replied, his expression mirroring Horizon's confusion.
From the look on Von's face, Horizon deduced that he was just as in the dark about the Amberskins' sudden sense of direction. Something was off.
As the tribe cleared the last of the dragonkin, Horizon noticed Rysamora casting furtive glances over her shoulder, whispering to Tulemo. Her eyes flickered towards him and Von, her expression unreadable but clearly filled with distrust. She was assessing them, and from the look of it, she didn't like what she saw.
"They're picking up the pace," Horizon observed, his voice low. "Are they planning to leave us behind in this fog?"
Von's eyes widened in panic. "What? No way! Hey, wait for us!" he called out, but the Amberskins only moved faster, their figures quickly vanishing into the thick mist.
The fog was dense, swallowing the tribe's forms until they were little more than shadows. Von tried to keep up, but the fog made it nearly impossible to see or follow the others. Horizon, however, noticed the tracks left by Rysamora and the elders, clearly visible to him.
"That good-for-nothing . . . ," Von muttered, his anger boiling over. He turned on his heel, eager to confront Rysamora himself, and stormed off toward the Husks.
Horizon, however, was more intrigued by the other set of tracks that had diverged from Rysamora's group. Something didn't sit right with him, and his curiosity compelled him to investigate.
"Hey, where are you going?" Atyan called after him.
"I'll be back. Go on ahead," Horizon replied.
"You'll get lost! It's not easy to find your way around here!" Atyan warned, but Horizon didn't waver.
Ignoring her concern, Horizon continued to follow the mysterious tracks, his senses alert to any signs of danger. The trail led him toward the tunnels beneath the hidden mounds, and it wasn't long before he reached his destination.
Whatever awaited him within those tunnels, Horizon was determined to uncover the truth, no matter the risks.
|| SPECIAL MISSION ||
Investigate the hidden tracks and find out what's happening.
REWARDS:
❶ Silver Chest x1
❷ 10 AP
❸ 100 gil
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