A few hours later, they arrived.
Hundreds of failed adventurers and criminals spilled out of the tree line.
They came in groups with some riding on bikes, others came in trucks and a few even had beast mounts... From large lizards with thick scales and yellow eyes to wolves with matted fur and scars across their snouts.
They got down from their vehicles and spread across the clearing outside the camp entrance.
They formed a loose, restless crowd. There were murmurs and weapon clanking as if ready to charge.
But nobody did... Not yet... everyone just stood there and observed.
Among them was Ardeth and his mercenary group.
"Boss, should we go in?" one of his men asked.
"No... Let us wait." Ardeth's eyes swept across the camp. "Although it seems like Jack was not lying, something still bothers me."
He paused.
"Why did he come to meet us personally first?"
During the journey here, he had spoken to others around him.
