They immediately set out, taking to the skies once again. The barren land stretches endlessly below them as they fly, scanning the ground for any signs of beasts that might carry the precious returner stones. Grim leads the group, his expression focused, but there's a growing tension in the air. No matter how far they fly or how carefully they search, there are no monsters in sight—just the desolate, cracked earth and the occasional dried-out tree.
"This is strange," Zhen Xue mutters, his sharp eyes still sweeping the land. "You'd expect at least some signs of life in a place like this."
Jian Wuyi frowns, his brows furrowed in concern. "It's too quiet. Even in wastelands, beasts usually roam."
Grim grunts in agreement but doesn't slow down. "We keep moving until we find something. No point stopping until we have what we need."
