At night, the sky over the Tomb of Gods and Demons was pitch-black.
Only a gray moon hung high in the sky, casting a dim glow.
On the ground, it was almost too dark to see a hand in front of one's face.
Darkness stretched in every direction, making even bearings extremely difficult to discern.
Tang Xiaoling took out the flashlight she had prepared especially for this, hoping to light the way for the running Callisto.
But to her surprise, the darkness before them seemed like a bottomless abyss.
The flashlight's beam reached only a meter ahead of her before its light vanished.
"Put it away. I can see."
Callisto spoke as she ran.
Her wolf eyes shone with an eerie green light, taking in everything within ten meters.
This was not magic, but an innate racial talent.
As a Werewolf, she could see clearly even in the pitch-dark night.
However, compared to the outside world, the night in the Tomb of Gods and Demons did indeed greatly weaken her vision.
Even so, she could still see much more clearly than with the flashlight.
But just as Callisto was secretly feeling proud, Tang Xiaoling's voice drifted over:
"Big sister wolfie, are you lost?"
Those words made the running Callisto stiffen and stop in her tracks.
Her wolf eyes went wide as she carefully surveyed her surroundings.
In truth, she was indeed lost. She had simply refused to admit it.
Otherwise, a two-hour journey would not have lasted until nightfall without them arriving.
The problem now was that it had gone completely dark, and she could not see their surroundings clearly either.
To find the way to the Dark Altar, she could only rely on her memories of the journey there.
At the same time, she was secretly bewildered.
She, a