The small, jungle-covered hill was inconspicuous, the entrance completely obscured by bushes and trees, to say nothing of the myriad venomous miasma traps scattered around the hillside or the deadly poison insects flitting about. Without the proper protective gear or being covered in a clay membrane to mask their scent, ordinary people would swell up and die halfway back home from just one circuit inside.
Such dens of miasma and poison insects were not uncommon in South Ridge, and with the frequent presence of Magical Beasts, normal merchants and Hunters avoided exploring this area. After all, with the forest so vast, why go looking for trouble?
Surely, such a setup would deter ninety-nine percent of visitors, Magical Beasts included.
Yet evidently, this dense, concentric circle of natural defenses had one significant flaw: it only reacted to living things—explosives and bombs not included.
Consequently, there came a roar!
"An attack! Ugh..."
