"Finally, I don't have to keep smelling that rotten stench."
As the sunlight warmed her face, Ivory Macadam's expression softened.
"Yeah, I felt like I was going to get moldy in there," Rae Haase added, stretching lazily beside her, a look of comfort spreading across her face.
"Alright, the sect's disciple recruitment ceremony is still half a month away. Are you three heading back with me now, or...?" Locke Macadam asked, glancing at the group.
"I'll go back with you."
"Me too," Falcon Macall and Rae replied, albeit hesitantly.
The regions surrounding the Myriad Demon Mountain were nothing but barren wilderness—harsh and inhospitable for any normal person. If they could avoid it, Falcon and Rae likely wouldn't set foot in the Dark Forest again in their lifetimes. The area was fraught with danger, requiring constant vigilance, and ferocious magical beasts could emerge from the decaying ground at any moment.
