A gray-black, ominous aura was spreading towards the verdant green swamp, attempting to corrupt and transform the area.
Within the transport convoy heading towards the Muddy Land, the bearded, middle-aged leader rode a peculiar mount, his gaze fixed on that region. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if deep in thought.
In the water, Jason, standing on crystal platforms beneath his feet, approached the leader, observing his grave expression.
He asked, "Uncle Madru, you don't look too good either. Is this journey unsafe?"
They had been following this advancing team, traveling in one direction for two days and nights. Jason had already become acquainted with most of the people in the team.
"Jason." Madru turned his head. Seeing it was Jason, he smiled.
Then he sighed. "Indeed. Those damned creatures from the Land of Profanity seem particularly agitated this time."
To the indigenous people of the Land of Spirits, the Life and Death Boundary was known as the Land of Profanity.
