However, this brief moment of tranquility did not last long.
The Guardian Knight from the Western Territory was the first to notice something was wrong. He cocked his head to listen, his expression changing slightly. "What's that sound?"
The three of them immediately held their breath, listening intently.
At first, there was only a faint rustling, coming from all directions.
Then, a faint but continuous tremor ran through the ground, like the beating of a distant, heavy drum.
Knight Armand leaped to the top of a massive boulder and peered into the distance.
In the relatively flat stretch of scorched earth they had just crossed, clouds of dust now churned. Vaguely visible within them were countless crimson figures, swarming out from all directions and converging.
Then they began surging toward the fractured terrain where the Knights were—or more precisely, toward the deeper regions of it!
Their charge was no ordinary wandering!
