"I'm supposed to fight Latan?"
The astonished voice echoed in the Gael Fortress, achieving an effect akin to a dark comedy.
If it weren't for the fact that the great ravens of Galide couldn't fly, it would have been a classic comedy scene of "a crow flying across the sky, leaving behind cawing sounds."
Fanen swallowed a gulp of saliva, only to realize his throat was extremely parched, his lips had lost their moisture.
It was probably due to the continuous heavy breathing after witnessing the magnificent scene.
Setting aside the trivial matter of quenching thirst, he turned his gaze toward the Teleportation Gate beside the treasure chest.
The light near the Teleportation Gate gathered into a vortex and was sucked inside, as if saying "come on in" to tempt people. Adventurers normally have to tread through a mine even knowing it's a mine just to taste the saltiness of the mine.
