Riding on the Qilin, with Rong Buqiu, Lann once again arrived at the outer reaches of the Profound Church.
This time, not having to worry about the speed of the convoy, they let the Qilin exude crackling electricity, allowing it to nimbly traverse the valleys and highlands.
"Neigh!"
Lann gently tugged on the Qilin's mane, causing it to momentarily pause its joyful run.
This was already atop a small mountain near the Profound Church.
In the distance were the spires of the majestic Gothic church, and looking down from the mountain top... wandering souls were swaying shoulder to shoulder along the road.
Their parched throats emitted wheezy sounds akin to those near death.
Their bodies resembled skin and bones due to the depletion of humanity in their souls.
Even some hunting dogs and household dogs had undergone changes due to the decline of the primal fire.
