In the Second Sanctuary, Alaric and his team moved cautiously through an unknown desert.
They had been exploring this region for several weeks, ever since they'd acquired intel about it. A place where anyone who entered never came out, no matter their strength, Evolver or Surpasser alike.
An off-zone, now avoided by all, a territory that could only mean one thing, beasts above A-Rank. S-Rank creatures, the apex predators of the Sanctuary, lurking somewhere in the golden dunes.
Emma held her twin daggers ready, her hazel eyes sweeping the horizon for any sign of ambush. Beside her, Alaric kept one hand resting on his sword hilt, poised to unsheathe at a moment's notice.
Despite his seemingly casual posture, he was vigilant, not letting his guard down for a moment.
"Whatever resides here knows how to hide," one of their team members muttered, a tense edge in his voice.
