The Golden Plains were even noisier at night than during the day. Especially after a light rain had fallen at dusk, speeding up the rivers along the way and turning both sides of the roads into a stretch of mud.
But now, the rain had stopped. Countless creatures active only at night began crawling out of their burrows, drinking from puddles and rivers as they began their respective hunts and searches for food.
Located within the Golden Plains, near the Nine-Spiral Abyss, Ancient Tower Basin had geological features vastly different from the other regions of the Golden Plains. Its soil layer was remarkably thin, with dark gray boulders protruding from it every so often. Layer upon layer of rock-dwelling plants grew and flourished from the cracks in those stones, forming patches of stone forests rising from the rocky strata.
Magnetic Light Knight Chris did not like this environment. He was skilled at manipulating metal and disrupting the operation of precision instruments. Even barehanded, he feared neither armored opponents nor armored constructs.
The terrain where he excelled most was in battles amid military formations and cities—his enemies' swords would become his swords, while the surrounding buildings and tools would become his ammunition.
"He really is connected to the Dragon-Worshiping Cult, and quite closely at that... at least you did not lie to me about that."
On the other side, Purple Maple Knight narrowed her eyes as she stared at the firelight among the distant stone forest. "I recognize one of those two Mountain Folk. He is an important figure in the Southern Ridge Dragon-Worshiping Cult and often appears alongside Manyan."
"His appearance is very similar to Anfa's. I originally thought it was some kind of deception, but now that I think about it, their connection is closer than I imagined. Otherwise,