Within the greenish world where Danulo and Hans were stuck, if anyone from the Zaputa tribe happened to peer in, they would be instantly dumbfounded by the sight.
The most respected and ambitious leaders of the tribe, who were chasing the legacy crazily for years, were now crouching behind some shrubs, attentively looking at a butterfly in front of them.
Since the world they were in was devoid of mana, there was little for them to do but to find a way out of the place, but even after running for tens of miles, nothing was waiting for them but a different shade of green.
After traveling in a single direction for hours, even the waters of the river that was merely covered with greenery on either side had started to turn green.
It was a picturesque landscape no doubt but after some time, even the nature around them began to torture their senses.
