Naldoran River, northern bank.
A large ship pierced through the chilly dense mist, resolutely rushing onto a sandbank.
Afterward, a bone bird with crimson eyes flew up from the ship. After circling, it exploded with a "bang" in the air, and the sound of decaying flesh and broken bones could be heard rustling down even from the deck.
The numerous young Elves on board immediately let out a cheer.
During the past week of sailing, such "explosions" occurred frequently.
The Necromancer Grey explained them as "self-destructing to prevent being tracked."
This was only done after ensuring there were no dangers nearby.
Over time, the sound of such explosions had become a signal of safety.
But in reality, they were beyond control, leading to the disintegration of flesh and bone. However, there really wasn't any danger within sight.
Anyway, Grey couldn't be bothered to explain.
Reaching the shore meant their cooperation was about to end.
