Behind him were Vera and the others, all maintaining a high level of alertness.
For the Molten Spirit would likely not let them reach the Black Stone Plain so easily and might pose some obstacles.
The team had been traversing the Redridge Mountains for nearly four hours.
The sky was gray, with the mountain's silhouette faintly visible in the morning fog. The mountain path was rugged, scattered with rubble, flanked by steep cliffs, and occasionally the remnants of defensive structures left by the Molten Spirit could be seen on the cliff sides.
These structures had already been cleared by the 235th Legion's vanguard, leaving only charred stakes and shattered obsidian.
After traveling for a while, Duke sharply sensed something, then immediately stopped, raised his hand, signaling the team to halt: "Retreat immediately!"
Before his voice faded, the ground started trembling.
