He knew that they were still near Caldera from the spatial teleportation that Arthur used.
There was no need to hide the young dragon anymore. No players dared to venture a hundred kilometres in the direction of the Grieving Hollow. As for the locals of Caldera, he couldn't care less. If they were peaceful, they would simply continue on their way, doing their own things and whilst he did his own things.
However, if they decided that today was the day they died. Then Arthur will naturally fulfil their wish and bury them there. In his opinion, being buried in such a cool-looking place wasn't half bad.
Still, the facts proved that once you ventured this deep into the wilderness, you were beyond the reach of curious eyes or potential threats from other humans.
"Aether," Arthur said, pointing deeper into the forest where the Grieving Hollow was meant to be located. "Teleport us a hundred kilometres this way."
