"Lord Myers, I think we've lost the way. We came to this cave more than three hours ago…" one of the bloodline transplanters, who had tiny scales on his cheeks and vague magic waves on his skin, said with an awful expression.
Myers was gloomily silent. He observed the cavern they were in carefully. It was indeed exactly the same as one of the caverns they visited earlier. The sizes and locations of the magic crystals in the cavern, and the colors and directions of the most eye-catching ones, were the same. Even the marks left by the giant insects were the same too…
More importantly, Myers had seen a magic crystal whose corner was broken. One of his companions had specifically broken it earlier. It couldn't be found in any other cavern…
A dozen seconds later, Myers put on a solemn expression.
"We've indeed got lost. We were here before. Have you found anything?"
