Liszt turned and walked outside the city gate.
He couldn't wait any longer; an inexplicable yearning called him.
Trolians had been lonely in this Dark World for too long, and this fear of solitude had deeply imprinted itself in the depths of every Trolian's soul.
For over a thousand years, Trolians had been searching for their kind, longing to hear the voices of their fellows in this boundless darkness.
But until now, they had only found a thread of a clue.
The Investigation Legion, with enthusiastic hearts, headed southwest.
Rod was surprised to find that their spiritual energy levels were only between level 10 and 11, and the commander, Liszt, was only level 12 spiritual energy, but their speed was not slower than his, and they seemed at ease.
Liszt praised, "Lord Rod, you are the most adept at long-distance travel among the high rank combatants I've encountered. They only rely on high spiritual power bursts to bully others; they can't outrun us on long trips."
