Sable?
Isaac glanced at the Black Martial Munk, who looked to be in his 50s.
Sable immediately turned and walked toward the towering grass. With a wave of his hand, a large swath of weeds fell flat on the ground. With his deity energy, he cleared out a path over three feet wide.
Once inside the jungle, the sun was barely visible. The light was dim due to the tall and dense tree, far exceeding the Umayson rainforest Isaac had visited.
The uneven ground was pockmarked, but the group's formidable skills made it seem like a walk in the park.
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