"Ellin, make sure you come back safe!"
Inside the Sub-Space Creation, Fischl urged Ellin anxiously.
Sucrose pressed two bottles of special potions into Ellin's hands.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful!"
Ellin smiled. Before she knew it, she had gained family and friends in this world who worried about her every day.
Waving to Sucrose and Fischl, Ellin left the Serenitea Pot.
Everyone had gathered outside the Dawn Winery.
"The Abyss Order keeps itself well hidden. Even now, very little information about the Abyss gets out."
"Still, I managed to find a few leads."
"Over the last two days, a large number of Hilichurls suddenly gathered at the entrance to Stormterror's Lair. There are more than five hundred of them!"
"Hilichurls usually live scattered across the wilderness. Unless someone is controlling them, they would never gather on this scale."
"You're saying these Hilichurls are being controlled by an Abyss Mage, which is why they've assembled at the entrance to Stormterror's Lair in an organized force?" Jean asked.
"Exactly!" Diluc nodded. "Dvalin is inside Stormterror's Lair. An Abyss Mage gathering so many Hilichurls clearly means they don't want anyone getting in."
Sorrow crossed Venti's face. "It looks like the ritual to corrupt Dvalin has reached its most critical stage. If we don't hurry, it'll be too late!"
"Then there's no time to lose. Let's head for Stormterror's Lair at once!" Jean tightened her grip on the sword at her waist.
With time running short, Ellin and the others hurried straight to the entrance to Stormterror's Lair.
As they approached the entrance, Jean and Diluc frowned.
The entrance to Stormterror's Lair was a long canyon.
At that moment, Hilichurls filled every corner of it.
Their ranks included a full range of Hilichurl types: ordinary Hilichurls, dozens of Fire Axe Hilichurl Berserkers,