Catastrophe

"Mr. Black Snipe."

Aurora hurried forward and greeted him.

Wena turned around and nodded with a smile.

"Miss Crimson Sparrow, after several months, this should be our first time meeting in reality."

"Yes, it is."

Aurora returned his smile.

Pointing at the village ahead, she asked in confusion:

"That village, and the corpses on the ground... does Mr. Black Snipe know what happened?"

Wena shook his head and explained:

"We landed from another direction and didn't pass through here on the way..."

His gaze remained fixed on the bones scattered across the ground as he speculated, "This village should belong to the island's natives. But judging from the remains, there don't seem to be any external wounds. It looks like they died suddenly."

"Miss Crimson Sparrow, I've always felt there was something off about this island. Be careful."

Hearing Mr. Wena's warning, Aurora gave a soft acknowledgment and nodded.

"You should be careful too... the nuns of the Iron Maiden Society are still pursuing you. Mr. Black Snipe, you should leave quickly."

"Then, see you at the next dream gathering."

Wena said solemnly. Without waiting for Aurora to say anything more, he turned and ran toward the shore.

The teleportation array they had used to come here was in the forest at the island's edge. He only needed to follow the coastline, and he would find it soon enough.

Aurora remained where she was, watching Wena's figure gradually disappear before finally turning to head back.

However, a raggedly dressed man and woman happened to come running down the mountain, bursting from the woods with terrified expressions.

The moment they saw Aurora, their pupils contracted, and their faces immediately twisted with ferocity.

"Damn nun!"

The man and woman lunged at her, each drawing a dagger, intending to kill the "pursuer" blocking