Cold wind rustled the leaves of the trees. The trees shivered, as if even they were feeling cold because of the wind.
In that moment.
A lightly dressed Fang Raon walked between trees, a lantern in hand, giving him some light as comfort.
'It's cold, but for some reason I am not feeling that cold. It's like there is fire burning in my veins. I feel strange…
'Is this the effects of the legacy being close?'
Fang Raon wondered.
He then pulled out the holographic map once more, checked the surroundings, and realized that he should be pretty much at the location of the red dot.
'Now… Where is it?'
Cawk~! Cawk~!
Out of nowhere, several crows flew over his head and flew past the trees in front of him, as if they were being called somewhere.
Fang Raon, with furrowed brows, pushed past the branches and then noticed something in the distance.
It was some kind of mausoleum, something one would find in a cemetery, but here it was in the middle of the woods.
