Nightingale sat in the first carriage, her slender hand on her chin and the reins in the other, as she watched the scenery along the way.
It had been six days since she left the fairy castle, and she was about to arrive at Blackmoon Town. However, she was unhappy because she saw many refugees along the way, as well as magical beasts and corpses.
She had seen a group of bronze-tier wolves charged into a manor and killed wantonly. She also saw some men dressed as mercenaries worked together to deal with a silver-tier ice monstrous bear, but the magical beast crushed their heads instead. She had never seen a mother kill her child and threw the body out as bait to avoid those magical beasts.
It was an environment where not only the magical beasts were killing humans, but humans were killing each other too.
