Six days later, at Redwoods.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The tamed monsters followed the Court Mage who was flying at a moderate speed. Other mages would use a mana compass to locate a nearby dungeon, yet he didn't need it.
Ivan's Mana Sense was way more accurate. He had trained it since he started studying magic.
''Halt!''
The Grand Knight commanded, and everyone stopped. The team was outside of the thick woods now. They could see a large dark hole in the ground.
The adventuring clerics could acutely sense the evil aura oozing out of that place. The reinforcement team had hired them in Orlando. Most had posts in the city's parish.
Although the main cathedral refused to send help, they could still gather clerics from the other churches. They would be useful against the undead creatures and whatever evil being the Farseer had warned them about.
''Take out your weapons and leave your mounts,'' the marquis ordered.
