Otherworld.
Carl's figure appeared in a stream, the gurgling water quickly soaking his clothes.
"Has the river changed course?"
He remembered clearly that when he left, he was in an open area without any streams nearby.
And now.
Surrounding mountains rose, and streams crisscrossed.
It was obvious that a powerful battle had taken place nearby, altering the terrain significantly. Judging by the situation, it must have been a Third Tier clash.
"Third Tier!"
Carl looked up at the gradually collapsing crescent moon:
"This world has already begun to accommodate Third Tier power; it seems ordinary people have no choice left."
As he spoke, he fumbled around his body, and took out a paper for communicating, already filled with text.
Glancing over it, Carl sighed softly:
"Just as expected!"
