Time flew by like an arrow, and three years had quickly gone by like the snapping of the fingers…

“Rustle…”

Four figures trekked through the silent mountains. The only sound to be heard from them was from their feet when they stepped on top of a particularly crunchy leaf. They came from the south and were heading for the north.

They were all robust young men with the oldest being around the age of thirty. The other three behind him were in their twenties and all wore black robes. They held nothing in their hands and they carried nothing else on their person. With how they were leisurely sauntering through the place, it didn’t seem like they were afraid of the beasts on this mountain.

They were very clearly not here to hunt, and neither were...