The bottom of a canyon that sunlight never reached year-round was often a place where negative energy gathered.
On top of that, a massacre had taken place here before. Even if undead creatures suddenly appeared now, Last Dragonborn would not have been surprised.
After proceeding for some distance, Elf keenly noticed several marks on the canyon walls on either side that were noticeably fresher than their surroundings.
There were cracks left by magical explosions, pits that looked as though they had been smashed by tremendous force, and deep, narrow sword marks.
The intelligence had already mentioned that not every member of the Greatsword Mercenary Group had been poisoned to death in their sleep.
These marks on the canyon walls had most likely been left by those mercenaries who had not been fully poisoned as they desperately fought back.
After briefly examining the marks, Last Dragonborn felt his spirits lift, but his actions also became more cautious.
He continued exploring. When Elf rounded a pile of rubble from a collapsed mountainside, what he had come looking for finally appeared before his eyes.
A ruined campsite, burned-out campfires, scattered carriages, dead pack beasts...
And bones strewn everywhere—
At the same time, the area was filled with traces left behind by magical beasts.
During this time, quite a few bold magical beasts seemed to have treated this place as a free feast dropped from the heavens.
At the sight, Last Dragonborn stopped warily and took Noi's Moon Staff from his back into his hand.
At the same time, the Spellbook tied at Elf's waist floated up on its own, hovering beside him and ready to cast spells at any moment.
He cautiously guarded against possible ambushes, but there was no movement nearby for the time being.
Elf carefully raised his Staff, selected the