Sinafa's string of questions did not receive an immediate answer, because—
Night dispersed at that moment.
Earlier, they had noticed the darkness slowly thinning. As they moved farther and farther from the graveyard, one careless step by Dojibil had spanned the boundary between night and day.
Now, daylight filled the sky, and the night had vanished completely.
When they looked back, the Resting Place was nowhere to be seen. Instead, they saw the vast, boundless Gloomy Dead Sea.
"We're out?"
"We're out!"
After confirming that they had left the Resting Place, everyone present—especially the apprentices from Frost Church—let out a sigh of relief. That night-shrouded graveyard had been like a nightmare to them. Now, at last, they had awakened from it.
"Don't celebrate too soon. The dangers outside may be even greater than those in the Resting Place." Sanders paused. "You said before that there were no living creatures on the Silent Coast. That was not because of the Resting Place, but because a demon had crawled out from the inner layer and gone to the Demon Monastery."
"Now that the Resting Place has emerged, that demon will surely head there. So prepare for battle."
As soon as Sanders finished speaking, a troop of grotesque Demonic Beasts suddenly shot into the air from the end of the endless mountain road—
Just as Sanders had said, the outside was even more dangerous than the Resting Place.
The battle lasted two hours. In the end, a Winter Troll over ten meters tall appeared. It was the very demon that had once gone to the Demon Monastery.
This troll was extraordinarily powerful, almost on the same level as Sinafa before she had been cursed.
Fortunately, Sanders was there. Once the troll realized that it could not defeat Sanders—and that even if it wanted