No room for any negligence.
Kael rode alongside the troop.
His gaze swept over the surroundings, his brows furrowing deeper.
The sky was a suffocating gray, with no sign of the sun.
The heavy clouds seemed ready to collapse at any moment, swallowing the world whole.
In the surrounding forest, the silhouettes of dead trees twisted into bizarre shapes, like they were struggling in agony.
On this corrupted land, there was no sense of living presence.
Even ordinary plants might have turned into some sort of eerie undead creatures.
"Flap! Flap!"
Just as Kael was pondering, the sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the southwest.
Kael swiftly turned his head, a massive swarm of crows surged in from afar!
"It's the Corpse-feathered Crows!"
The Corpse-feathered Crow is one of the most common undead creatures in the Land of Corrosion, highly aggressive and poisonous.
