"Didn't you just say you remember which way I went? The road is different now, we must be lost. This isn't the way we came in."
Nathan Foster shook his head, disagreeing with South Grant's words.
"I'm certain this is the way we came in, but the cacti are in the wrong positions," Nathan confirmed.
South Grant sneered disapprovingly, "Do you think these cacti can move on their own?"
"It's possible."
When Nathan said 'it's possible,' his voice was so deep that it sent chills down South Grant's spine, giving her goosebumps.
She couldn't help but recall the legend Nathan mentioned. Could it be true that these cacti were really given life and soul by that princess? Carrying her grudge to seek revenge on humanity?
Looking at the cacti around her, South Grant no longer felt the excitement and fondness she had when she first arrived; instead, she sensed a spooky and terrifying atmosphere. She muttered under her breath:
