Sinvira, the southwest, the great desert.
"Why did we have to come to this godforsaken place?"
Trina, the Green Dragon, could not help complaining.
An endless expanse of yellow sand stretched before her.
Countless dunes rose and fell like waves. Beneath the scorching sun, every grain of sand radiated heat.
The breeze brought no relief, only more heat.
Above this furnace of a desert lay a clear blue sky, with the sun hanging high and shedding its merciless light.
As a Green Dragon who preferred forests, she disliked this environment. Even though a Dragon's constitution could easily withstand the blazing temperatures, she still instinctively wanted to escape.
Roland said, "I know this is hard on you, but bear with it for the treasure."
A flicker of interest crossed Trina's beautiful elven face, but then she frowned again. "You aren't tricking me, are you?"
Roland said, "I, Roland, never lie."
"You little... Anyway, what's the story behind this Great Court King you mentioned, out here in the desert?
"Does Xinweila World really have a lost ancient civilization?"
"That's obvious. The arcane community has long agreed on it. They've just never been able to establish the location of his actual tomb.
"This time, though, the demon invasion actually brought certain ancient documents back to light, and the relevant clues gradually began surfacing."
At that, Roland glanced at the people leading the party.
They were Professor Anglando of the Royal Magic Academy and his students.
Among those involved in this collaboration, quite a few concerned locals had called for the preservation of cultural relics and actively pushed a proposal for emergency excavations.
They feared that once demons completely occupied the surrounding regions, effective administration would become impossible for decades, perhaps even a century.
Adventurers from the various planes would hear the news and