Ruvian did not waste another second. He drew [The Endseeker] in a fluid arc and swung it toward the wall of stone.
Boom!
The blade, reinforced by mana, carved through Arlok's earth shelter with a single strike, splitting the thick rock apart and opening a path outside.
He immediately rushed through the opening.
The others quickly followed behind.
The moment Ruvian stepped outside, his expression stiffened.
It should have been night. The forest should have been buried beneath absolute darkness. Instead, the world was strangely bright.
A pale, colorless phantasmal light drifted through the forest from no visible source, illuminating countless layers of dense white mist that blanketed the landscape.
Ruvian quietly swept his gaze over the immeasurable expanse of mist before closing his eyes for a brief moment.
His expression darkened with grim resignation.
"Looks like we're too late."
The heavy words immediately tightened everyone's chest.
