Murin didn't know how to feel when he saw this place again.
He never expected that he would be able to come back and saw this place again in his life. Because what he remembered was that there were many people who died in this place.
Died before the grand magic beasts' tide.
"Heh… I don't know if it's the right thing for you to hand over the flute of beast to me or not, Master," Murin whispered in a low voice.
*roar*
Hearing his magic beasts calling, Murin raised his hand and patted them on their back before walking in.
Dust floated up when he walked in, showing how dirty this place is. It was unknown how many years have passed ever since that grand magic beasts' tide. Or if he wanted an even more accurate timeline, he should try to figure out how long has it passed ever since his own death.
But Murin had no intention of thinking too much.
It would be too tiring.
And there was no value of this information aside from knowing that so much time has passed ever since he died.
