Carlos took out his alchemical telescope and carefully observed below. Suddenly, a group of small black dots caught his attention.
He quietly flew lower. The view in the alchemical telescope expanded, and a traitor camp clearly sat at the deepest part of the funnel sand cavity!
The entire camp was dark brown throughout, built with local sand and stone materials, almost blending completely with the environment.
"Really well hidden. If I hadn't come here with the idea that there was probably a traitor camp, even if I accidentally passed by, I probably wouldn't have spotted it."
After confirming the traitor camp's location, his crimson-gold wing bones flapped as Carlos became a streak of light, flying toward the shield guards' direction...
"Boom!"
"What!"
A strong wind descended, bringing sand that nearly blinded the two traitors in the iron cages.
"Who is it? An attack?!"
As luck would have it, both Shia and the gray-robed old man felt a surge of hope.
