[A Day Later]
Thoren had spent the entire day searching for any trace of the Slave Trade Guild or the Federation, but he had found nothing.
The Uncharted Territory was vast, far larger than he had initially anticipated.
Without precise directions or reliable intelligence, locating hidden strongholds within such an immense expanse was like searching for a single grain of sand in a desert.
All he knew was that their operations lay somewhere due west.
And so, he had continued moving west ever since he had eradicated the Beast God Sect's sanctuary.
After resting through the night, he now stood atop the back of the undead Iron Roar Komodo.
The morning air was crisp, and a faint golden light stretched across the horizon.
His silver hair shifted slightly in the wind, and his blue eyes burned with firm determination.
"Today, I must find one of them… no matter the cost," he whispered.
He was running out of time.
