"Master John, I..."
"Tsk, what is it now? Elowen, if you're scared, you can leave. I won't mind."
"No, I'm not scared, Master John. I just wanted to tell you, I think I can sense my kin. They're not far ahead."
Following the direction Elowen pointed, and confirming it aligned with the faint glimmer he'd noticed earlier, John exhaled deeply, retrieving the [Firewalker Dagger].
He also took out several giant carnivorous plant seeds, clutching them in his palm, ready to act at any moment.
With this thought, Exiled Immortal and the others continued to advance.
The deeper they went, the thicker and sweeter the metallic scent in the air became.
"Such a heavy stench of blood..."
Elowen pinched his nose; to him, the bloody smell was like a deadly poison, unbearably foul.
"Watch out!"
At that moment, Exiled Immortal suddenly shouted, his fingers forming a sword gesture.
