"Older brother, I'm Thulon, and she's Thulya. May I know your name?" the Golem man asked.
"Darian."
"Sir Darian, the mountain valley is right ahead. If it weren't for the invaders... we would've made it." The young man called Thulon spoke while clenching his fists in anger as they walked.
Darian murmured indifferently, "You were really unlucky. This forest looks pretty simple compared to the others on the planet. There shouldn't be anyone here, but even in such a huge place, you still managed to run into them."
"Hehe, you can't say it like that. Didn't we also run into Sir? That means our luck isn't that bad," the woman called Thulya laughed. She had already recovered from the shock and fear.
Darian noticed that both had a subtle energy flowing outward only through their four limbs, not through their whole bodies. Aurix had explained to him before that this was a trait of people in this universe who were in the eighth Celestial realm.
