Forced into the role of captain, Jian had no choice but to take the lead. Although two other teams were exploring the same designated area, they had reached a silent consensus to stay out of each other's way. After all, if they stumbled upon resources, who would they belong to? They would have to fight over them, and as they were currently united against external threats, it was best to avoid unnecessary conflict.
The group of eight crossed a small ravine—where Jian had briefly paused earlier—and arrived before a dense thicket of thorns.
The black-purple brambles reached waist height, their sharp thorns glinting with a cold, metallic light. Yet, small white, pink, and purple flowers bloomed along the vines, adorning the thicket and creating an eerie juxtaposition of danger and serenity.
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