"Tsk-tsk, pretty stringent with the layout here, but what a pity, this doesn't affect me at all."
The blurred figure of the Shadow Gimlet-Eyed Marten, incomparably fast and swift, stayed hidden in the darkness of the shadows. With a light leap, it spanned a distance of ten meters within the woods.
With its agile and alert sense of sight that was very human-like, it looked around at the layout of the Cerulean Planet's stronghold.
At the same time, at the Cerulean Planet's stronghold that was about three or four miles away. Moroun stayed hidden in a large tree with dense branches and leaves, motionlessly.
There was not a hint of breath that could be detected from him at all. His eyes were open, but completely void of life.
It seemed as though he no longer had consciousness, as all of it had been transferred over to his beast, the Shadow Gimlet-Eyed Marten. At the same time, by his side, there was a Silver Blood youth all dressed in black.