Amid the dense forest, a jumble of footsteps rang out.
Dry branches and fallen leaves crackled beneath their feet, accompanied by the faint clinking of armor plates as a squad of more than twenty people moved through the woods.
The canopy overhead blotted out the sky, filtering the already dim light of the Secret Realm into something even fainter. Only a few scattered shafts of light fell through gaps in the branches, swaying unsteadily across the ground.
"Ah He, you said the D-23 area had already been cleared out. Why did the Legion Commander still send us out on patrol? We've been walking for half the day and haven't even seen a single demon shadow. This is boring as hell."
Konis complained to his friend, but his gaze continued to sweep over the surroundings out of habit.
It was an instinct he had developed through long years of battle. He could complain all he wanted, but his body would never relax in the slightest.
"Whatever the Legion Commander tells us to do, we do. Wasn't it you who kept telling me that obeying orders is a soldier's sacred duty?"
Liang He answered casually, his eyes equally busy as he carefully examined the surrounding environment.
That's right, this was the place where we fought on the first day.
The battle had been too intense at the time. He had only vaguely noticed something unusual in a fleeting moment, but the situation had been urgent afterward, and since nothing tangible had ultimately been found, he had temporarily ignored that feeling.
But that strange sensation was like a thorn lodged in his heart, surfacing from time to time and leaving him restless.
Where exactly was it?
Without giving anything away, Liang He observed every detail around him—the scorch marks on the ground, the