Inside the wooden hut, it was exactly as Pulapa had imagined: cramped and confined.
Moreover, the entire hut contained nothing but a round table in the middle and several stools.
Sitting opposite at the round table was a race Pulapa had never thought to see in Lassudral - an Abyssal native.
That frail shell, a figure thin as a sheet of paper, and those pitch-black eyes without the distinction of whites and pupils.
All unmistakably indicated that the man before him belonged to the Abyssal natives.
How could an Abyssal native brazenly appear in Lassudral?! Pulapa couldn't believe his own eyes.
Although Lassudral had never forbidden the arrival of the indigenous people, similarly, it had never forbidden humans from coming. But would humans dare to come?
By the same token, for an indigenous person to come here was like a tender lamb walking into a pack of wolves.
"You... you are an indigenous person?" Pulapa asked, trembling as he pointed at the young man across the round table.