Moon slowly began to approach the snow beasts with Camouflage active.
He had borrowed Theo's armor for exactly this, to stack every advantage he could on top of his own skill, because he knew that staying hidden from this many beasts was going to be very, very difficult.
There were more than a hundred of them clustered together, and among the unfamiliar ones there could easily be a beast with senses sharp enough to catch what the others missed.
One slip where a beast spots his camouflage, and the whole horde would come down on him at once.
Moon closed the distance carefully.
Two hundred meters. One hundred fifty.
Moon stopped when the distance between him and the closest beast was a hundred meters.
Then, he moved east, staying parallel to the horde instead of closing further, walking roughly a hundred meters along the perimeter without letting himself drift any nearer to the spire.
