Switching camera.
The chapel's architecture, the small squad—[Language of Crows (Toad)].
This sandstorm, surged with potent life energy, could completely isolate all perception.
Once the sandstorm had completely abated, the magic crows that were hidden in advance in various buildings of the ruins sent back the sensory information they had gathered to Han Dong at the earliest opportunity.
Live human signals were coming from a common building at the edge of the ruins.
"So we did encounter other participant squads ahead of time. No... wait." As he slowly collated the signals from the crows, Han Dong's expression turned ugly.
"What's wrong?"
"It seems to be not just one team... but two allied teams taking shelter in the ruins from the sandstorm.
The two team leaders are Caucasians, but they're not from the Holy City; I've never seen them before, and their attire doesn't quite fit a 'knightly status'."
