[Back At the Anaconda Path.]
The group started their journey, entering the claustrophobic confines of the path, while on full alert, all ready for an ambush. The heavy silence of the gorge was deafening, the sheer 200-meter cliffs on either side amplifying the sound of their mounts' hooves. In the meanwhile, Mirabella sat cross-legged on the reinforced roof of the Carriage, her eyes closed in deep concentration.
'These guys are good... Five hundred Lv100. Two hundred Lv200 to Lv300. One Hundred Lv300. Fifty Lv350 to Lv400, and One Lv500... This is crazy, even the academy don't have so many powerful fighters. Not to say 80% of these forces are mutated humans.' She thought. Her sensory range was monstrous; even with her eyes closed, she easily pinpointed all the hostile energy signatures and life forces five hundred meters away, mapping them out in her mind like a high-tier tactical radar.
