Seven Keys

Three days passed in succession, and more and more people gathered around the Burial Ground.

Even the Heavy Earth Race brought their assembled teams over to watch the spectacle.

Not only did the number of people from various races continue to grow, but the number of undead creatures nearby also kept increasing.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

"The Butterfly Wing Race's luck is unbelievably bad this time. They actually chose a Burial Ground like this."

"A Strange Treasure has appeared here and drawn so many undead creatures. Unfortunately, there are simply too many of them. That Strange Treasure is destined to be beyond our reach."

"Who knows when these undead creatures will disperse? Why doesn't the Butterfly Wing Race consider switching to another Burial Ground?"

Similar voices arose within the Butterfly Wing Race as well.

"Captain, three days have already passed, but these undead creatures still show no sign of leaving. We can't keep waiting like this. If we had changed course three days ago and headed to another Burial Ground, we would have nearly arrived by now."

Vice Captain Dennis was clearly somewhat dissatisfied with Tiana's decision. Three days earlier, she had suggested changing their route directly and heading for another Burial Ground, but Tiana had not accepted. Now that three days had passed, the undead creatures still showed no sign of departing.

Tiana's expression also changed slightly. She had initially thought the undead creatures would not remain gathered for long. Under normal circumstances, undead creatures had a nesting instinct. No matter how far they wandered, they would habitually return to the places where they had died. This situation was completely beyond her expectations.

"Could the black mist pillar have caused their nesting instinct to disappear?" Tiana silently questioned herself, but she still reluctantly gave the order.