A few days earlier…
While Erend sailed toward the southern sea, Eccar traveled in the opposite direction.
His path led north.
According to the scattered information he had gathered from travelers and villagers along the road, he got the right way to his destination which was a place called Blackstone Ridge. The name alone carried a certain weight. People spoke of it with caution, sometimes even fear.
The region was known as the home of many magical beasts.
Most of them were dangerous.
Anyone who was not a powerful cultivator or a high-rank mage had no reason to approach the area. Doing so would be no different from suicide.
But to Eccar, that warning meant very little.
No matter how powerful the magical beasts were, none of them could possibly rival him. After all, he was a Dragon.
