Chapter 425: The survivors gathering on the Highland
In Kasluopa, in the Fallen World, the Insect Person Akrodos was constantly traveling through familiar territory.
In a wilderness studded with jagged rocks, he leaped onto the tallest boulder.
Magic power suffused his throat. He raised his head and unleashed a long, soundless howl, sending the surrounding air shuddering out to either side.
The howl continued for over ten seconds before Akrodos closed his mouth and calmed his magic power.
"Another twenty-seven places... I'd better hurry!"
Although that unknown, mighty being had set no deadline for Akrodos to gather those magic beings, Kasluopa was enormous. He had not even finished spreading the message, and the other magic beings would need time to reach the Highland. If all those delays dragged on too long, the being was bound to be displeased.
The wings hidden beneath his earthen clothing beat at high speed, streaming with light under the influence of magic power. The next second, the Insect Person vanished from the rock with a whoosh, flashing past like a meteor skimming the ground as he raced in another direction.
In these relatively familiar places, Akrodos had his own safe route, allowing him to travel at high speed without worry.
A few minutes later, far away at the eastern and western ends of the stone forest, magical light flashed from a withered, petrified tree and within a small basin.
The figure slowly rising from beneath the basin was Akrodos's friend, a cyclops dozens of meters tall carrying an unusual stone pillar.
As the giant shook himself, clods of earth fell from his body with a pattering clatter.
"Hiss... hiss..."
After taking several deep breaths, the cyclops frowned.
"Even the soil here has started smelling rotten. Getting a good night's sleep is becoming harder and harder...