Two days have passed since Amon, Yue, and Arya arrived at Espadavale.
The humble village was relatively peaceful as the trio began their investigation. Unbeknownst to them, Lucas had already eliminated most of the cultists while tracking Amon, making their new surroundings calm and comfortable. As a result, the search for the Sword Saint's whereabouts progressed without interruption.
Sure enough, they were onto their first lead in less than a day.
"The space here is distorted… Could the mirror dimension be here?"
Yue's ruby eyes glistened with amazement while her mana probed into the space. At first glance, it appears as any other mountain pass: jagged cliffs, a winding path of gravel and frost, and thin air that bites at the lungs. Birds were still chirping while the distant howls of wolves echoed in the valley. Yet, as Yue spread her mana thin, she could sense the slight distortion of space.
