Fifteen years later.
Even without communicating with other creatures, from the occasional appearances on the ground, the increasing traces of biological activity not smoothed by the Temporal Storm indicate that there is indeed a gathering place similar to the Coffin of Hope in this direction, and the Terror Croc Devourer did not deceive me.
The journey should not be too far.
Wu...
Above the cave, the Temporal Storm rages, under the sunken eyepits of the Terror Croc Devourer's thick scales, pale yellow eyes quietly watch Green recording the experimental results amid the twisting light and shadows.
Under a microscope, dozens of blood samples are arranged with numbers.
