When they approached Death Valley, both Lucien and Natasha found it hard to believe their eyes. The valley in the darkness lost the gloom and scariness that it was famous for in the tales. It was covered in a mist, and the devastating cries of ghosts were gone. Indescribable tranquility was spreading out, making the intruders reluctant to disrupt the deepest sleep. Also, as they looked at the horizon, they could vaguely see the mild and sacred brilliance from the valley.
"Is this the Death Valley?" Natasha looked back at the cold, creepy forest to make sure that they were not in the wrong place.
Frightening roars were still echoing in the forest now and then, suggesting that the dead slaves of Demigod-lich were still searching for Lucien and Natasha.
Lucien shook his head. "This is exactly Death Valley. It seems that something is really wrong with Ell. I'm going to sneak in for reconnaissance with The Eyes first. We cannot break in recklessly."
