The twilight had not yet fully dispersed, and the Rift Hill north of Mai Lang Territory was shrouded in a faint layer of mist.
The split hills looked like a giant beast had taken a bite out of the land, leaving behind a cruel and grim scar.
Louis looked up, noticing that the vegetation on the surface of the hills had completely withered. The soil was permeated with a rusty-smelling moisture, and an occasional low, hollow sound emanated from the underground.
Louis gazed at a rock cave, frowning slightly: "This is it. There's some magic fluctuation here."
"...Magic fluctuation?" Lambert frowned.
"Perhaps, but I'm not certain." Louis raised his hand, signaling caution.
Although he said that, he already knew what was inside—Spectral Moss and Soul-devouring Lizard Beasts.
"The terrain is narrow, we can only take twenty people inside. Any more... and turning around would be difficult," Lambert said in a low voice.
