Soon, the group encountered remnants of some strange ritual, incomprehensible without knowledge of Mysticism. However, the bloodshed and distortion at the site far exceeded the previous corruption rituals. No matter what it was, if the enemy had set it up, it was definitely beneficial to them, which naturally meant it was detrimental to their side, so it had to be destroyed. With no monsters left guarding the vicinity, Lance casually swung his sword several times to demolish the site. At that moment, an inexplicable breeze blew across the wilderness—whether it was from the sword or something else…
It was then that Lance suddenly halted and looked up at the sky; night had fallen.
"Let's rest for a bit," he said.
