On the western plains of Nightfall Domain, Rosalia moved swiftly through the gray mist.
She had returned to her youthful form again. Perhaps she was worried that her more mature, voluptuous body might affect her combat performance.
All around them were only Nongying's writhing tentacles and the roaming corpses. Filth and decay covered everything. From within the dense, corrupted black forest came occasional shrill screams that made Phield shiver violently. The goosebumps he had just managed to calm rose up again, even though he was only controlling the black crow from far away.
"These corpses died not long ago. Someone killed them with brutal methods."
Rosalia suddenly stopped. She crouched down and carefully examined the wounds on one of the dead corpses.
"Oh? Could adventurers have already come here? That was fast."
