The under-elf wasn’t a creature who easily revealed her presence to begin with. Once her body blended into the dark, she was like a ghost, even when she was standing right in front of one’s nose.

Kim Jin-Woo’s presence was even harder to detect when he activated his camouflage ability, however. “Phew. This is tiring,” he muttered. He couldn’t move quickly while the skill was active. It was frustrating, but the outskirts of his territory were fortunately not that far away.

“We’re here,” Rikshasha reported, facing the wrong direction as she was unable to locate the camouflaged Kim Jin-Woo. It looked comical despite the heavy atmosphere, but he stared into the darkness without any change in expression.

The naga horsemen were present, clutching their long spears and the leashes around the basilisks’ necks.

Standing opposite them was the troop Rikshasha had mentioned. It was made up of dwarves that were a few heads shorter than the naga horsemen. About thirty of them were equipped with glistening knives and armor, which seemed out of place in the Underworld.

Kim Jin-Woo could understand why Rikshasha had called this group of dwarves a troop. How else would one describe these armed creatures? He approached the dwarves cautiously while glancing at their green skin, visible through the cracks in their armor. 

“Urgh. so frustrating. If only...