The sharp cries of the howling birds echoed through the endless forests, accompanied by the screeches of eagles and growls of fierce beasts.
These were the rangers of the Golden Empire walking in their domain, using these animals and beasts to seek out the information they desired.
Occasionally, a few ancient tree-men would awaken from their silent state of nature, communicating with the arriving rangers.
Even just half a night was enough for those prepared dragon hunters to flee far from the Golden Empire.
Moreover, now it was the second day, and if those dragon hunters carried some magical treasures and tools of spatial teleportation, the distance they could reach was beyond the detection of even the empire's great mages and dragon groups.
But as long as there is the fact of existence in the world, there must be traces of existence left behind.
