With their plans ready, the men each handed over a piece of paper to Zicrin which he then wrapped together with a few of his hairs. Once tightly bound, he picked up his spear and entered with his men following after. With their weapons ready the looked on to those that had come before them. Was this fated to be their final resting place? The chance was high, but they’d do their best to make sure that didn’t happen. Then came another voice that didn’t look to be the creature’s, and came from behind it. “Hm…Group A. Check that out when the battle starts. If it appears to be a way out, come back and tell us.” Tapping the spear on the ground to get the creature’s attention, the men split up into pairs of five and moved into position, as Zicrin