The group climbed the hill, parted through the dense fern foliage, and looked down at the valley, witnessing the scene Luo Yu had described.
In the valley, a long procession marched under the moonlight, resembling three dragons winding their way forward. Alphonse observed their attire and spoke with certainty, "They are sand thieves."
"It's more than just sand thieves," Fang Hong shook his head. He felt sure these were the blind followers' backup plan; they might be sand thieves, but they were certainly Dika's believers as well.
He looked up towards the valley's entrance, expecting to see the garrison that never appeared, seemingly allowing the sand thieves to march in uncontested. A thought flashed through his mind; perhaps this was the King of Sand, Barbaltan's plan to capture all the Dika believers, bold indeed, but catastrophic if it failed.
