In the utterly silent woodland, the deep pool was as smooth as a mirror, just as it always was.
But suddenly, two white points lit up in the depths of the pool and gradually rose toward the surface.
The mirror-like pool finally began to ripple.
"Splash~"
Water flew into the air as Carl, clad in Power Armor, climbed up from the bottom of the pool.
Without buoyancy, the weight of the Power Armor left Carl somewhat unaccustomed for a moment.
Carl quickly swept the surroundings with psionics. After finding no signs of life, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good. I made it ashore safely."
After shaking the water off herself, Carl roughly identified the direction, activated her psionics, and slipped into the vegetation nearby.
It looks like the Brain Eaters that were tracking me earlier have already left. I wonder if they'll continue patrolling nearby.
Carefully spreading out her psionics, Carl advanced while checking the surrounding situation.
However, the woodland was much safer than Carl had expected. After walking for most of the day, she did not see a single living creature.
It was only when she was nearing the giant mushroom where the wooden cabin stood that Carl saw several goblins stationed near the road they had cleared.
The group seemed to be building a watchtower, but their crude workmanship made Carl, an Artificer, shake her head repeatedly.
Compared to that Mind Flayer with its ancestral base, these goblins were like people from the tribal era.
It was said that the goblins' Dakhan Empire once occupied most of Khorvaire and could even stand against the elves head-on. How did their descendants end up like this?
Watching the goblins try to build a watchtower out of wooden mushrooms without knowing where to begin, Carl felt deeply moved.
*Still, goblins