In the early hours before dawn, the shadowy sun of Mit had yet to rise.
The Nether River, crystal clear like the air, which stretched across the entire "Forgotten Desert," was shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
Suddenly.
The sound of oars slicing through water...
Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of rowing, three black wooden boats, each with a lantern hanging from its prow, pierced through the dim mist. Guided by the strange lavender light, they slowly approached the right bank of the Nether River.
Each of the black boats carried twelve fully armed, towering Dragon-man Warriors. They were not only clad in full armor, but the weapons in their hands faintly glimmered with a thick Extraordinary Spiritual Light.
In stark contrast to the ordinary Dragon-men living in the Great Oasis, even including the two Tier 3 leaders they had, there was a fundamental difference.
Evidently.
