"Shalala—"
The long tail, covered on the surface in platinum-colored fleshy scales, swayed and rubbed against the ground, making a faint sound.
A tall figure, his whole body shrouded beneath a cloak, hunched over with his head lowered as he hurried through streets thick with the smell of blood.
It had been a backup plan with an extremely low chance of ever being needed. Though, out of caution, Dodd had prepared an escape route in advance for the most extreme possibility of failing his advancement, he still had to cross a small residential district to reach the hidden harbor his men had arranged ahead of time.
He knew better than anyone that, given the level of the adventurers on the island, there was no way they would fail to guess that he was the chief culprit behind the Secret Realm ritual.
Right now, he had probably already become the enemy of every adventurer on the island, and he was still in the weakened state after the Secret Realm, his combat strength greatly reduced.
If someone with intent discovered him, then under the siege of those Elite Adventurers, he would likely fall into quite a difficult situation.
Because of that, he concealed himself as much as possible and crossed this high-risk area where he could easily be spotted without drawing attention.
But to be honest, given the current state of the streets, even if Dodd walked through openly without the slightest disguise, no one would actually notice him anyway.
On the slightly muddy plank road, dark red blood that had already begun to congeal flowed along the gaps between the boards, dripping one drop at a time into the seawater beneath the platform. The air was filled with the scent of death and slaughter.
The doors and windows of the little