With no water or food, not even a glimpse of an exit, and no means to make fire... a sense of despair pervaded the hearts of all the shark-men warriors.
Looking at the river fish stranded in the maze corridor, Sordo couldn't help but think of himself, feeling angry and frustrated, with a hint of bleak sadness.
He had no idea what the situation was like for the land dragon tribe...
As he skewered a fish from the ground with his harpoon and stuffed it into his mouth to stave off hunger, he didn't notice the faint soul fires flickering in the darkness.
That was the group from Dragon Roaming the World Guild.
Just as Dragon Roaming Wanli had predicted, skeletons are not afraid of water, and the soul fire burning in their skulls is not real fire.
Although they had lost a few brothers in the flood, the vast majority had survived, including his mount—[The Number One Pig in National Service].
