Chapitre 913: The man who likes shiny things

"How's it, did you manage to track them?" 

"Still no luck." Skroll grimly replied to General Grimm. "Those pest disappears as soon as the damage is done. The tracks the left are scattered and leads us to nothing. It's not uniform either so it's useless."

General Grimm scowled upon hearing that. "Did you at least figure out what they look like?"

"I can't even locate their tracks properly, what makes you think that I'd just see them?" Skroll scoffed, finding Grimm's inquiry stupid. 

It's been roughly a decade or two since they arrived at this coordinates and started combing the area in search of the Divine Realm. What they initially thought should've been an easy search operation turned out to be a major pain in the ass because of their enigmatic pursuers.