Arriving At The Furvus Grasslands

Three days after the battle against the nine Dire Wolves, the seven wagons arrived at their destination.

Cristopher, who was seated at the coachman's seat, couldn't help but feel anxious as he stared at the vast expanse of land in front of him.

The clouds in the sky cast a gray light on the surroundings, but even this light couldn't penetrate the darkness that extended for miles on end.

"Furvus Grasslands," Thirteen muttered as his eyes scanned the land, where everything that grew was darker than black.

Tiona eyed the surroundings and liked what she saw.

In this kind of place, she would be nigh invisible and invincible, bringing death to those whom she wished to die.

"This is a nice place," Adira said as she, too, looked at the Grassland in front of her. Every blade of grass was the same color as her skin, and that pleased her eyes.