Under the cover of night, after the commanders of the surrounding factions learned of the Besimer army's encampment, their hearts filled with unease and fear. They spent the cold night in anxious apprehension.
The next morning, Velin and Kyle left the camp and headed for Tarinan Town.
At the heart of the colored mist, a great tree sensed a threat approaching from afar. Its branches swayed as it used fallen leaves as cores, gathering the colored mist to create soldiers.
Within the canopy, a fairy was soothing the tree, telling it not to panic.
Outside Tarinan Town lay scattered weapons and armor, along with dark red bloodstains left upon the ground.
According to intelligence records from the Besimer army's encampment, several factions had gathered thousands of troops two months earlier in an attempt to enter the colored mist and search for Transcendent treasures.
Unexpectedly, more than six hundred Colored Mist Soldiers had appeared. Each possessed the strength of a Third-Tier warrior, a High-Bronze Tier Warrior. In less than half an hour, they had wiped out the vanguard force sent in by those factions.
As for the corpses, they had already been corroded away by the colored mist, while the weapons had been left behind.
Later, they had captured many serfs and commoners to retrieve those weapons. Without exception, every one of them had been killed by Colored Mist Soldiers that appeared without warning.
After reading the records, Velin closed the book and looked at the colored mist a hundred meters away. "I have a feeling that the Heart of the Demiplane we're looking for is hidden within that colored mist."
"Perhaps..." Kyle's tone carried a trace of hesitation and uncertainty.
Hearing that, Velin's lively eyes shifted slightly, and a crafty smile curled across his lips. "How about a bet? If