บท 1437: Ancient Ritual

The team moved reached the exit of the narrow valley they found themselves in.

A wide, open field greeted them.

The group paused, taking in a peculiar sight of this ancient, synthetic world.

A special type of glistening purple grass filled their sight, stretching as far as their eyes could see.

Dew dropped from the tip of the grass blades and dropped on the land. When it did, a grass blade rose in an instant, sucking in the ever present colorful mists.

"Cradle is a world with overflowing vitality," Samantha commented, subtly moving to stand in the same line as the rest. "Fortune Anvil isn't just a treasure, it's the foundation of Palarian race. It rivals the cosmic tree of the tower in vitality. Confine all that to a single world and this happens."

Varian didn't show any reaction to her explanation.

But Sarah stepped forward and sheathed her sword. "So, what did that woman order you to do?"

"Pardon?" Samantha's eyebrows dropped.