Goldrake began to charge once again. Julian’s party and the Templar Knights took care to reorganize their ranks rather than recklessly follow the drake.

“Be extra vigilant.”

This was the domain of the Dark Lord, responsible for swallowing up countless people before them. They needed to conserve their stamina and prepare for any potential attack. They had to avoid picking up the pace and exhausting themselves before a fight at all costs.

After all, Goldrake’s destination was already clear to everyone present.

It could only be headed towards the giant monster in the west, with its head sticking up like a black tower.

“Hm.”

Julian stared intently at the monster’s neck rising up in the ominously purple sky.

“What the hell is that creature?”

She asked, thinking that the people of the Holy Kingdom bordering the Dark Lord’s territory would be aware of the monster’s identity.

Unfortunately, however, it seemed that the Astorians were likewise seeing this creature for the first time.

“The history of our God has been recorded for a long time, but I can assure you that there has never been any mention of such a monster.”

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