"Stop right there! This flower belongs to me."
Linnea froze just as she was about to uproot the herb, the voice stopping her. It came from behind them, compelling both to turn around.
Karsha's face lit up with a small, mischievous smile, but Linnea, despite being one of the geniuses who had crossed the 20 million points mark within three days, felt a subtle fear creeping in.
Facing them was a tall figure cloaked in dark robes, eyes gleaming with malice. "Hand over the flower, and I might let you walk away unscathed," the figure threatened, his voice cold and menacing.
Karsha's smile widened, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Oh, is that so? And here I thought we were just enjoying a peaceful exploration. It seems the monsters are not far behind," he quipped.
