Awooooo—0

The cries of beasts occasionally echoed in the distance, blending into the eerie quiet.0

A celebration was beginning at the fortress. Any presences they sensed were all heading uphill, toward the mountain's base.0

The group, led by Diana, pressed forward in silence. Her steps were sure and unwavering, yet she stayed within the shadows of the forest, never exposing herself. It was as though she could see clearly through the mist that blanketed their surroundings.0

Ian noticed quickly—she was following almost the exact path the wanderers had taken down the mountain. Perhaps even the undead were heading toward the rift.0

Thanks to Diana's guidance, they didn't stop even once. They ate meals on the move, sharing jerky from Diana's stash. It was so tough they had to hold it in their mouths, letting their saliva soften it before they could chew.0

It's like eating a dog chew3

Several hours passed, and the incline evened out. At the same time, Ian noticed the mist around them thickening.0

As if in response, Diana's steps gradually slowed until she came to a full stop. This was shortly after Ian's intuition had sounded alarms.0

"Just a bit further, and we'll reach the boundary," Diana whispered, turning to Ian.0

Ian met her gaze, his brows furrowing slightly. "You sure you're up for it? You look exhausted."0

Her murky green eyes seemed even more dulled, clouded with fatigue. It was clear she had been awake...0