The group eventually came to a stop. It was daytime and the sun refused to let down on the heat. But that hardly concerned those enforcers.
After five days in total since the separate dimension incident, they had reached a crucial point in their journey.
Due to the classified information that was the location of Gran-Toro, there were a series of unnatural means required to get there.
All men in Crane's team were allowed to be conscious during only some of these processes, with only Crane possessing full permission to know where its location was.
As such, Tristan was the only one there who could not know where it was. Not even a general idea was allowed to be formed.
The region they had arrived in featured jagged mountain tops, small rivers, and patches of grassy grounds here and there.
The past few days had seen some of the most annoying and dangerous environments. For now, all Tristan saw was peace and beauty. The view pulled him in.
