A month later.
In the depths of the Old Continent, along a rugged mountain path, a thousand-strong adventure group from the Southern Continent was making camp for rest and recuperation.
The team was vast, having pitched dozens of marching tents.
The main tent of the Adventure Group bore a banner with hammers and thunderbolts.
This was the "Thunder Hammer Mercenary Corps," one of the top Mercenary Groups from the Southern Continent.
At this moment, inside a certain tent.
Leonard Churchill, disguised as a mercenary, was in the midst of meditation with his eyes closed.
The tent was laid out with a complex Prohibition Enchantment, all to prevent the moonlight-like energy hanging inside the tent from leaking out.
In the tranquil tent, there permeated a strange and bewitching Spiritual Domain field.
Before long, Leonard opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a cloud of impure breath: "Huff..."
