Led by Reiger, the man and woman walked steadily through the wetland environment. Under the watchful eyes of countless Moores who dared not approach, they arrived at the deepest part of this area.
Here lay a marsh.
A marsh that appeared extremely filthy, making Altoria feel somewhat eerie.
In the marsh, there was also a giant skeleton, resembling a prehistoric beast whose flesh had completely rotted away, dying a miserable death. Although it had long lost all life essence, it still exuded an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere that made one's breath catch.
"This, this place is...?"
For some reason, Altoria instinctively refused to approach this place.
Reiger seemed to sense something, glancing at Altoria thoughtfully while speaking calmly.
"This is the Dragon Corpse Swamp, the place where the oldest pureblood dragon, Albion, breathed its last."
