At another part of the pocket dimension, thick foliage rustled as Kelvin and the Valen Military Academy group pressed forward through the dense underbrush. Twisting vines and gnarled roots made the terrain treacherous, but they moved with the precision of trained warriors.
Moments ago, the air had still been heavy with the scent of blood and scorched flesh, remnants of the three-headed hound the Devouring King had slain effortlessly. Its massive carcass lay behind them, a testament to his terrifying strength.
But no one looked back.
They had a mission.
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Ahead, a pale blue blur flickered between the leaves before stopping in front of them.
The Slime Harbinger.
His body, an amorphous blend of shifting blue and green, quivered slightly as he relayed his findings.
"I've scouted the entire area," he said, his voice a distorted yet clear echo. "The layout of this place is… unnatural."
Kelvin's gaze sharpened. "What do you mean?"