The moment he entered.
Julius Reed felt the world had changed.
This was no longer a cave, nor a spirit site.
The wolf was nowhere to be seen.
There was a grave here.
In front of the grave stood a stele, inscribed with some text Julius Reed couldn't understand.
Though the writing was unclear, it seemed to have the image of a wolf.
Surrounding it was a vast stretch of yellow earth, without an end in sight.
The wind howled, with sand swirling through the air.
A solitary grave stood here.
An especially striking presence.
Julius Reed gripped his longsword, scanning the surroundings without spotting any abnormalities.
He stepped back, only to find he hadn't retreated.
He was trapped here.
He didn't panic.
As long as he remained calm, it would be others who should panic.
Julius Reed planted his sword into the ground before him and sat cross-legged.
He took out his phone and opened his favorite novel, "The Dragon Lord's Comeback," only to find it wasn't completed.
