Except for the members from the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group, no one else knew that they were not there to fight against an eighth-ranked magical beast. Instead, they were to encounter a twelfth-ranked magical beast that was comparable to a mythical beast.
Those people were still thinking about their future remuneration and the exceptional items that they would find on the Phoenix. They were not aware of the nightmare that awaited them.
A team of more than a thousand mercenaries started their journey early in the morning.
It had been ten days since they set off from the Black City, and everyone's relaxed and joyful emotions had all but disappeared. They did not know where they were headed, and it was as if they had to move forward aimlessly. Their initial joyful feelings had been replaced by gradual uneasiness and confusion.
