The Blood Moon slowly rose.
Deep within the vast forest, there were no villages, no signs of human activity, no fields or farms, just a small house built under three oak trees.
In many places on the ground, wild grass had grown, and climbing ivy covered half of the wall.
Only the dim orange light inside the house slightly dispelled the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the dark forest beneath the Blood Moon, exuding a rare warmth, peace, and tranquility like a harbor in a storm.
It was also the only light in this forest.
"Look, there's a light over there."
"There really is, that's great, we can finally find someone to ask for directions."
A sudden noise broke the quiet night.
A slave-catcher team of seven or eight people burst out of the forest, equipped with nets, catapults, crossbows, and flintlock guns, their faces lighting up with joy when they saw the forest cabin.
The middle-aged leader also sighed in relief:
