While the primitive merman Razer, used its ability to transport the whole group through a current of water that emerged from underground, Daimon who was tightly holding that mist covered woman by her neck, casually asked.
"What is this place?", the question was directed to the two natives, naturally the one that willingly answered was Razer.
"Even if you ask me, all we know is that our ancestors were created by our guardian deity who passed certain instructions which we had to follow, our world is separated in four areas which are ruled by the four races".
"From strongest to weakest, there is the Sea clan, the Flesh race, the Black Night race and lastly the Bone race", listening to Razer saying that his clan was the strongest, the black mist covered woman glared at him, but she remained silent.
"It is obvious that your race doesn't get along with the other three, but why do you seem to not be hostile towards us?", asked Daimon.
