Previously, the altar was in the northern caves; these stragglers couldn't run far even if they escaped, but now the number of sacrifices continues to surge, coupled with the Dwarf Kingdom causing trouble. Remarkably, a small rogue ran to the south.
The damned person is still alive, which becomes a problem.
The summer night's darkness draped over the rolling hills and dense forest of Spinor Earl's Domain like a heavy curtain.
A steel train spewing white steam is racing along the newly laid tracks in the Campbell Duchy, its wheels producing a rhythmic sound as they roll over the rail junctions.
Inside the luxurious royal carriage, the warm light of the magic lamps dispels the darkness.
Erin sits on a velvet-padded soft chair.
Her gaze, however, cannot focus on the book in her hands, as she frequently glances at the pitch-black outside, her emerald green eyes tinged with a faint haze of worry.
"No need to worry."
