Early morning.
The rising sunlight couldn't penetrate the dark clouds over Safro Kingdom.
The camp beneath the lighthouse was already deserted.
Only the bodies of numerous Blood Race cultists lay scattered around, Kana and the others did not bother to clean them up.
Outside the camp, the sound of numerous hooves echoed.
As the hoofbeats grew fainter, the battalion led by the Third Princess surrounded the camp.
Everyone was very solemn.
Blood Race, even without the ability to control blood, is exceptionally sensitive to the scent of blood.
From miles away, they had already smelled the overwhelming scent of blood emanating from here.
Even before entering the camp, everyone knew they had arrived late.
The Third Princess frowned as she looked at the camp.
"Are those fools worshiping the deviant really so weak? Couldn't they even stall them a bit?"
After speaking, she waved her hand.
