Alex heard a faint sound of people talking coming from the mist far away.
"Lloyd, up ahead is where the nine willow trees' spirits of nature are." Gregory's voice carried out of the mist as he spoke.
"Spirits of mana usually aren't that powerful. Gregory, how come you can't deal with them.?" A gloomy sound rose.
As they talked, they walked out of the thick mist.
Alex's eyes squinted as he looked through the gaps of the grass.
In front of the group was someone in black clothes. He looked quite peculiar.
Gregory was talking beside him, and he was being respectful.
Behind the black-robed man was a big savage brute and a white, skinny man. The savage brute and the skinny man didn't lower their heads in front of Gregory at all, which clearly showed that they weren't afraid of him.
"Looks like the black-robed man is the head of these four people." Alex thought to himself.
