"The aura of a strong presence, appearing in a small world already covered in frost."
The Hunter King, riding an eight-legged horse, heard the barking of two soul hunting dogs and quickly locked onto a world about to meet its demise, where an impressive strong presence had unexpectedly appeared.
This was a very unusual occurrence.
To become a strong presence, one must surely require a large amount of resources, and the likelihood of such a presence emerging from a small world is extremely slim.
"My lord, are you planning to personally intervene?" asked one of the ghost hunters, somewhat puzzled.
"Leave it to you all; this time it would be inconvenient for me to act." The Hunter King's gaze shifted to another white celestial body, named Frost by the Elf Clan.
"Understood!"
A seasoned ghost hunter swiftly departed, penetrating the black celestial body and heading toward the coordinates given by the soul hunting dogs through the magic tide radiation zone.
