After leaving the withered Colossal Rock Forest, the supply convoy's pace began to slow drastically.
Within the Colossal Rock Forest, Frost Moon Guard members had previously patrolled the area, so most of the dangers had been cleared away. But once they left the forest, danger might be lying in ambush everywhere.
Beyond the Colossal Rock Forest lay a border zone where spatial energy was in turmoil. After crossing it cautiously, they arrived at Sacrificers' Ridge.
Sacrificers' Ridge was, at first glance, nothing but cracked, rolling wasteland hills. Yet those barren mountains were saturated with deathly energy.
Angel was still wondering what was going on when, as they advanced, countless altars appeared among the wasteland hills. Each altar was piled with white bones, and endless deathly stillness radiated from them.
As they swept over the altars, the sacrificers who had long since become skeletons suddenly moved. One after another, they raised their skulls, ghostly flames flickering within their pitch-black eye sockets.
It was as though the breath of the living had disturbed the bones slumbering here.
They all raised the weapons in their hands and tried to attack the living people in the air. But the distance was too great; only the arrows fired by the bow-wielding skeletons posed even a slight threat. Most of the arrows fell before they could reach the supply convoy.
"These altars were all built by Abyss natives. Some tribes worship demons, so they offer their own people as sacrifices to demons. These bones are only a portion of them. Far more are actually inside."
Madeleine's words were swiftly proven true.
When they entered the depths of Sacrificers' Ridge, bones were no longer confined to the altars. They were everywhere.
Deathly, gloomy energy filled every corner. As the supply convoy passed through, armies of skeletons rose