It took Zephyr almost an hour to walk to the land bridge connecting the island to the mainland. He gazed at the mangrove forest on his right for a while before taking out the cup.
He could feel the turbulent manna flow around the island. He knew for a fact that the necromancer was busy awakening the godspawn.
So, he had no fear of being discovered.
Even if the necromancer had called for backup after Gale died, it would take some time before they reached the island.
Zephyr took out the cup and held it in his hand. Then he activated the search spell inscribed in his mana cores.
Immediately, a flash of light flew out of his hand, touched the cup, and then flew up into the sky, releasing a sound similar to a bell ringing. A while later, a feeble echo came from the island.
As expected, the villagers were on the island. And the owner of the random cup is still alive…or he was turned into a ghoul.
'I hope this works.'
He muttered, walking towards the island.
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