"My lord, that over there is the spatial rift!"
Standing atop a raised mound, Big Stone pointed toward an eerie black fissure several miles away.
In truth, even without Big Stone pointing it out, the moment he climbed to the highest mound nearby, Nalant had noticed that unprecedented sight.
It was a pitch-black fissure that had appeared out of nowhere in the ground. Its presence was jarringly abrupt, like a beautiful landscape painting torn open by a deep gash, turning the once-normal prairie into something strange and sinister.
Dense black mist continually billowed out from around the fissure.
To be honest, this was Nalant's first time witnessing such a thing.
Tearing open space to create a passage—even in his previous life's technologically advanced society, that had been impossible.
"My lord, this truly is a spatial rift for Dark Creatures. But one of such a small scale is also something I've never seen before!" White, whom Nalant had specifically brought along this time, stared unblinkingly at the miniature spatial rift in the distance, his face full of confusion.
"Mm." Nalant nodded. There was no longer any doubt that it was a spatial rift for Dark Creatures.
The only thing left to determine was how great a threat this spatial rift posed to him.
Nalant then raised the telescope in his hand and looked toward the spatial rift.
At that moment, aside from the black mist, there were no other Dark Creatures in front of the rift. However, five or six miles farther southwest, there was a group of more than ten Dark Creatures.
They should have emerged from this spatial rift earlier and headed straight into the depths of the prairie.
Nalant remained on the mound with his telescope, continuing to observe.
He wanted to see how frequently these Dark Creatures