"Gods…this thing loves his precious, doesn't he? Jeez…Talk about depravity." Lesha whispered, seemingly suppressing a laugh while peering from behind a dead tree alongside Gris.
Caleb and Daru, meanwhile, were hiding behind another tree just across the ridge, observing the nightmarish ghoul, whom they would have to fight soon.
The former shook his head after hearing the words of his comrade.
She, of all people, should not be making comments about depravity. Caleb then shifted his head slightly, asking: "Daru, what's next?"
From what the older human bladeborn understood, this was merely sightseeing, and the blossom they would have to steal was located in another ridge, where Harlow, The Eye, was also sitting in his throne of withered branches, ever unmoving.
His understanding was correct.
"Follow me," Daru said, leading them to a certain part of the Monstrous Duel Ridge…as he decided to call their gentle and generous foothold.
