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Mark looked at Albert, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile. He raised his hand and touched Albert's forehead, his fingertips emitting a faint golden light, flickering like fireflies. A warm current flowed from Mark's fingertips into Albert's body, dispelling the fear in his heart and warming his cold body.

Albert felt a warm current flowing through his body, and the originally suppressed emotions dissipated. He felt full of strength, and the fatigue left by the previous battle was swept away, replaced by a feeling of relaxation and comfort. His originally trembling body gradually calmed down, and his breathing became steady and powerful. He raised his head excitedly and looked at Mark, his eyes full of gratitude and admiration.

"Thank you..." Albert's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of excitement that was difficult to conceal. He looked at Mark, his eyes full of awe, as if he was looking up to God. The surrounding trees swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if accompanying his mood at the moment. The sun shines through the dense tree canopy, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground, illuminating Albert's grateful face.

Mark nodded to him, indicating that he didn't need to say more. He turned around and looked into the depths of the forest. The dense woods blocked the sky, and the sun shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, forming mottled light and shadows on the ground, like jumping notes, adding a touch of agility to this quiet forest.

"Let's go, we still have a lot to do." Mark's voice was low and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty. He took a step and walked towards the depths of the forest. His figure was tall and upright, like a warrior about to embark on a journey.

Albert hurriedly followed Mark's footsteps. He followed Mark step by step, not daring to be negligent. The two of them disappeared into the dense woods, one in front and one behind, leaving only mottled light and shadows swaying on the ground.

Albert hurriedly followed, stepping on the thick fallen leaves, making a slight rustling sound. He lowered his head slightly, staring at Mark's back, his eyes full of awe and curiosity. The light in the woods was dim, the tall trees blocked the sun, and only sporadic points of light fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

"Mark, where are we going?" Albert asked softly, his tone respectful. He reached out to push away the low bushes in front of him, and carefully avoided the protruding tree roots under his feet.

Mark didn't look back, but raised his hand to signal Albert to follow. "I can sense the approximate location of the remaining three fragments, but I can't sense the last fragment. Anyway, let's take back these three fragments first.'" His tone was calm, but with an unquestionable firmness.

Albert nodded and quickened his pace to keep up. He noticed that Mark's steps were steady and powerful, and he walked freely even on the rugged forest path. The forest was filled with the fragrance of soil and grass, and occasionally a few unknown birds flew over their heads, making crisp chirps.

They walked for a while and came to a stream. The stream was clear and flowing slowly, making a gurgling sound. Mark stopped, bent down, scooped up a handful of stream water, and observed it carefully.

"This water..." Mark put down the water in his hand, frowned slightly, "It seems a little abnormal." He dipped some stream water with his fingers and sniffed it.

Albert walked to Mark's side, scooped up a handful of water and sniffed it, a faint fishy smell mixed with the water vapor.

Mark looked around and his eyes fell on a rock by the stream. The surface of the rock was covered with a thin layer of moss, and the color was a little black. He walked to the rock, squatted down, and observed the moss carefully.

"This moss..." Mark reached out and gently touched the moss, and the moss immediately became dry and broke into powder. "It has lost its vitality."

Albert also squatted down and observed the moss on the rock. "Is it the influence of 'him'?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of worry in his tone.

Mark stood up and patted the dust off his hands. "It's very likely." He looked up into the depths of the forest, followed by Albert. The two passed through a dense bush and came to a valley. The valley was filled with a thick fog, and visibility was very low.

"Be careful, something is wrong here." Mark reminded, his tone became solemn. He slowed down and observed the surrounding environment vigilantly.

Albert also became more vigilant. He was not a combatant thousands of years ago, and his combat ability is even worse than Mark's now. The valley was quiet, with only the sound of dead branches being broken underfoot and the low roar of unknown beasts in the distance, which added to the eerie atmosphere of the valley.