The roads within the slum are very narrow, basically only wide enough for one person to pass through.
On both sides of the road are low shanties, some with doors, some without, some just covered with a piece of tattered cloth functioning as a door.
As Herag walked along the path, quite a few sallow and thin children emerged, staring at him blankly from the side.
Those looks made him feel very uncomfortable.
Herag thought for a moment before he remembered what kind of gaze this was.
It was the look a hunter has when locking onto its prey.
The appearance of such a gaze in children so young had an unusual significance behind it.
Even more concerning for Herag was that he felt he had arrived in the den of the Abyssal Cultists.
On this journey, he had encountered an unknown number of people with the aura of the Abyss Plane on them.
The number was so overwhelming that it made Herag wonder if these people realized they had already become Abyssal Cultists.
