When Ace saw those traces, he knew whoever it was had tried to conceal their path, but the death-saturated environment made perfect concealment impossible. Every action disturbed the delicate balance of accumulated laws.
With great curiosity, Ace followed the trail for several kilometers until the terrain subtly shifted.
The ground sloped downward, jagged rock formations rose on both sides, narrowing into what looked like a shallow canyon. Thick, gray-black mist pooled ahead, heavy and unmoving, obscuring vision beyond a few dozen meters.
"This place…" Ace murmured softly.
Unlike the open wasteland, this area felt hidden, as if deliberately carved out or shielded by natural formations. The aura of death and killing intent here was even denser, coiling sluggishly within the mist like something alive.
As Ace stepped closer to the edge, he saw the trail led straight into it.
