"Obsidian, we're almost there, right?"
"Didn't you come from the south before joining Green Swamp? You should know the terrain around here pretty well."
Early in the morning, the sun rose over the horizon.
Green Swamp's seven Awakened raced from the south toward the east.
They moved at incredible speed.
When they encountered ground obstacles that ordinary people would struggle to cross, they could usually clear them with a casual leap.
Even the rugged mountains could barely slow them down.
Only when faced with sheer cliffs did they choose to detour.
After one of them spoke, the black-robed man at the head of the group nodded.
"Crossing this mountain range will take two days. Beyond it lies open ground. From my experience, we'll reach Yarrow Camp in just one more day—the place where trees have now grown."
Another member of the group spoke up with a reminder.
"Kingfisher also told me that a group of extremely dangerous insects lives around here. Should we take a look?"
The Black Robed Man at the front immediately shook his head.
"That isn't our job."
Someone behind him voiced agreement.
"Then we'll just go around them. We only need to head for that... what was it called, Forest City? Heh, as long as we get there."
At the mention of Forest City, someone in the group sneered.
"Forest City? Yarrowen is one of our labor slaves now. How do you think those people who stayed behind managed to cultivate that patch of woodland?"
The Black Robed Man at the front immediately warned them.
"If you know that, then stay sharp!"
"Do you really think anyone native to the Wasteland could possess that kind of power?"
"..."
The subject seemed to be some kind of taboo.
After the Black Robed Man spoke, this team of