Deep within the Black Forest.
Inside a dark, damp dungeon.
Countless tangled roots were entwined together, constantly writhing.
They were like the blood vessels of the Black Forest.
And if one pulled back their gaze, they would discover that this dungeon was merely a nostril on a gigantic head.
Those roots were nothing more than nose hairs.
The entire Black Forest resembled a colossal living creature.
The vertical span of its head alone measured over a hundred kilometers.
It was hard to imagine what its original form had looked like.
Judging from the current situation, it was likely an unprecedented behemoth.
Compared to it, the giants of the Age of Desolation were utterly insignificant.
At that moment, the three unconscious Simidas were carried by blood-colored birds into this nostril-like cavern.
The hunched figure wielding a staff crowned with an enormous orb came here as well.
Like a faithful servant, it prostrated itself fully on the ground.
It muttered a strange language utterly unlike the common tongue spoken in the outside world today.
"Great Blood God of War."
"The Chosen Ones foretold by Your curse have finally entered this forbidden land."
"Following Your will, Your devout servant Slim Medina Kakada presents these three Chosen Ones to You."
After speaking, it timidly raised its head.
Amid the tangle of nose-hair roots ahead, a muscular blood-colored figure suddenly condensed.
The figure was blurry, with only its outline clearly visible.
From that outline, one could see a war shield and two war spears—one long and one short—on its back.
It held a hunting axe in its right hand, carried a war bow under its arm, and wore a quiver on its forearm.
At its waist hung both a war sword and a curved war blade.
It was equipped with several different weapons at once.