Leonard Churchill and his two companions finally drew near to the coordinates indicated on the map.
As they walked, the surroundings had become a dense forest shrouded in thick fog.
The black, ink-like branches, barren of leaves, resembled monsters with bared teeth and claws amidst the fog.
The vegetation on the Rune Highlands had been contaminated by the air of the undead for years, which is why it all bore this deathly aura.
The three of them were unfazed by this sight.
They were now very close to the coordinates, and Leonard Churchill dared not let his guard down.
He guessed that it must be either an Ancestral Spirit or another special place.
Thus, he paid attention to his surroundings all the way.
Fortunately, the perception of the three adventurers was sharp, and they avoided most dangers that would likely have wiped out many an adventure group, thanks to the Spirit Object of the Bun-Haired Miss.
Even with their caution, however, there were still problems.
