As the inner area of the Sacred Third Legion's garrison.
There were many places here worth exploring.
These included several enormous tents that appeared to be armories, as well as a drill ground where siege engines were stored.
A thorough search would undoubtedly yield considerable gains.
Yet Zong Shen turned a blind eye to those places where the benefits were obvious.
His goal was clear, and his steps were steady and swift.
Beneath his blood-red helmet, his gaze was both alert and sharp.
The church bearing the Holy Light battle banner was the key to this garrison.
Just as he strode without pause into the area thick with tents, countless gray shadows suddenly surged forth ahead.
These gray shadows somewhat resembled ghosts, yet they were far more horrifying than ghosts in the conventional sense.
Blurred shadows trailed behind them, and everything about them carried an unnatural sense of tearing.
Most crucially, even space itself seemed to reject these gray shadows.
That intense sense of discord made it seem as though they did not belong to this world.
Wherever the gray shadows passed, tangible afterimages remained behind, like smoke that had not yet finished burning.
Thousands upon thousands of gray shadows clustered together, completely surrounding Zong Shen.
These strange creatures carried an inexplicable repulsive force.
Gathered together, they actually made even Zong Shen feel an oppressive pressure bearing down on him.
"They're here?"
"These are monsters in a negative state?"
Zong Shen slowly came to a stop, silently feeling the pressure from ahead.
Where there was positive, there was negative.
This applied to everything, including Zong Shen himself, the entire world, and even other dimensions or the void.
Most forms of power were "positive."
It was the mainstream of the entire universe.
Negative, meanwhile, was a force that conflicted with it.