Chương 318: The Moonscorched Villagers, The Infection

The door creaked open, and a cold gust of air swept past Stark and Sora as they stepped into the ominous surroundings of the [Death Village].

The village itself looked like something torn from a nightmare.

Crumbling houses, their windows shattered and walls lined with dark, twisted vines, flanked the narrow streets. 

[You do not belong here.]

A warning appeared before them.

The two of them exchanged a glance, but still moved forward regardless.

They were in the heart of one of the most dangerous places imaginable, and the stakes were life or death.

If you put it as if it was a normal rift, then the [Death Village] would be a level 450-500 area, and Termina would be a level 500-600 area.

"Stay close," Stark murmured, his eyes scanning everything for any sign of movement.

Sora nodded silently, her hand already pulsing with green energy, ready to summon her vines at a moment's notice.