Capítulo 82: The Inheritances Of The Amaterasu Lineage

Riveting Night walked along the pathway she had chosen, Warm Spring walking silently behind her, her steps erratic and her staff gripped tightly in her hands. To say that she was nervous was an understatement.

It couldn't be helped. Even without her aura, Riveting Night was too scary. With her dark hood that looked like the portal into a bottomless abyss, she was no different from those antagonists that seemed infallible.

When Riveting Night suddenly stopped, Warm Spring became alert and worried. She peeked over Riveting Night's shoulder to see what the problem was, but all Warm Spring saw was a chest that was placed against a small rock.

She was startled at first, but soon calmed down. In fact, she felt a slight bit of excitement.

This was normal, as chests were the gateways to loot. As a player, Warm Spring was like every other gamer, in the sense that loot could send her to heaven from hell.