Ning Ze stood at the canyon fork, looking up at the ridge shrouded in thick fog.
In the damp mist, twisted outlines of dead trees were faintly visible, resembling creatures desperately struggling for life.
The roads looked identical, marked only by two trees at each fork.
On the left was a dead tree.
On the right,
was also a dead tree.
'Damn, they look exactly the same from the outside...' Ning Ze muttered, tightening the Dragon Elephant Armor around himself.
He groped the terrifying claw marks on his left chest, pondering, "Which way should we go? They look the same. Should we split up and regroup here in an hour?"
"No."
Of the five teammates behind him, four rejected his suggestion.
Being new to Death Report Ridge, even though they had done some homework in advance, splitting up would be suicide, akin to being cannon fodder in old horror novels!
"Alright then. What do you think, Ning Xin?" Ning Ze scratched his head, looking back.
