Braydon Neal had yet to reach Life and Death Valley.
The scent of blood hung thick in the air.
His figure hurried past the Red Plains, where the grass seemed almost unnaturally red. Braydon wondered—was it born this color, or had it been dyed by blood?
A towering valley loomed ahead. Its sheer size was evident, though its end was hidden from view.
"There are countless natural treasures inside… You have to stay for five days to enter… Why does it feel like it has its own consciousness?"
A puzzled look crossed Braydon's face. The valley's strange nature reminded him of raising poisonous insects. If it truly possessed consciousness, it wouldn't allow anyone to leave.
Without lingering on the thought, Braydon moved swiftly. Behind him, scattered crows trailed silently, followed by a massive army that darkened the skies.
"Stop! Who are you?!"
The shout rang out as Braydon neared Life and Death Valley.
