Thoren sat on the back of the undead Iron Roar Komodo, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
He had been traveling for over two hours, yet the sight of the ancient ruin was not in sight.
He creased his brow, and a slow, deep frown appeared on his face.
"Did I make a mistake?" he mused, looking down at the map in his hands.
He shook his head firmly. "I did not make any mistake. Is it possible the map is fake and there is no ancient ruin at all?"
He had his doubts but still chose to gamble. He could accept if the ruin was too dangerous for his current level.
But not finding the ruin at all was another thing entirely. That would mean he had been played completely by a mere Jackal Beastman.
Just thinking about that possibility made his blood boil in rage, but he took deep breaths to calm his raging heart.
"I cannot jump to conclusions. I need to keep searching," he whispered, trying to remain rational and focused.
