Translations:Codex: Tower of Trials/154/en

But that wasn’t important. What was important was figuring out where he was. A ranger, first and foremost, knew his battlefield. Mikhail scrambled to his feet, knife pulled from its sheathe. Ground was soft, softer than stone or metal. No grass, but the roots - and, higher still, the tree trunks - made one thing very clear: he was in a forest.