On this windless night, Lamborado Lake shimmered like a black pearl, elegantly set in the vast plains of Androlina. Near the shore, glowing seaweed outlined the lake's edge, also enticing curious creatures to draw closer.
With Lancelot's understanding of the Abyss, if they got too close, it certainly wouldn't end well. Tentacles suddenly shooting out of the water? A giant maw akin to that of a shark? Anything was possible, and he was not particularly interested in finding out the truth.
Arriving at Lamborado Lake meant that the group had covered one-third of their journey. They would now follow the lakeshore for fifty li, then head west for another fifty li to reach the Demon Capital, Gaomendikolia.
