Opening his eyes, Velin looked at the boundless Grassland. Yet within his senses, the area ahead was layered with deathly energy.
"Master, this should be the place you wanted to come to," Kyle said from beside him.
Velin turned to Kyle and asked curiously, "How did you find the entrance?"
Hearing this, Kyle spread his hands and answered with a smile, "Master, would you believe me if I said I guessed?"
"I would."
Although he had not witnessed Kyle's entire research process, he had seen the latter half of it.
At that time, Kyle had clearly looked cautious, without his usual air of certainty.
Still, if they did not take a guess sometimes, they might miss their chance.
"Now, let's head in that direction."
Hearing his master's words, Kyle pointed ahead and said, "This way."
"Then let's go."
Velin did not question him and flew forward.
Seeing this, Kyle left a mark behind before following him.
Who knew how long they flew? Beyond the Grassland was still more Grassland, as though it would never end.
Landing on the ground, Kyle sensed the mark he had left behind. When he learned its location, an astonished expression appeared on his face.
Seeing such an expression on his Guardian Knight's face, Velin urgently asked, "What happened?"
"Master, how long do you think we've been flying?" Kyle asked in a grave voice.
Velin's heart sank. "At least two hours. Don't tell me the mark you left is nearby?"
Under Velin's shocked gaze, Kyle nodded. He reached toward the left and pulled the marker, infused with his magic power, before them.
"Did you sense any fluctuations of illusion magic, time, or space?" Velin asked, looking at the marker brimming with Kyle's magic power.
"No. Perhaps we're simply too weak to see through the restrictions set