Following the guide Aijia Lang and the Guard Holy Gunmen, Horn and his party arrived beside the rock wall.
Beside the dripping rock crevice, a zigzagging stone staircase twisted its way upward.
The sound of dripping water and footsteps merged, and the flickering of fire and phosphorescence played a symphonic tune, casting light and shadow across everyone's faces, swaying left and right.
As the blue glow of luminescent moss grew denser, Horn and the others finally stepped onto the platform chiseled out next to the palace.
Vite was the first to run towards the nearby palace. He ran around with a torch, as if the cowardice from the Demon Hunter incident had vanished without a trace.
"This is the Shepherd Clan, no, no..."
"Oh, right, right, the style of the Noen Evil God, no, no, how could they have this technology?"
"Right, is it?"
"What kind of architecture is this, really?"
Hearing Vite's cries of collapse beside him, Horn guided Jeanne to the entrance of the palace.
