1533 1533. Trap

The Eternal Snakes were still far away. Noah and the others could avoid meeting them if they were in a normal situation. Yet, the storm of leaves limited their movements.

Noah sensed two pairs of gazes landing on his figure. The rank 8 Foolery and Fergie had turned toward him to see if he had any strategy at hand.

'The landing zone of my lower plane might be nearby since the Snakes are here,' Noah thought while inspecting the pack.

Noah didn't know how the connections between the higher plane and the various Mortal Lands worked. Even most rank 8 experts ignored how those dimensional tunnels functioned.

He had a set of valid hypotheses, but they could only give him a vague idea of how things worked. Noah didn't know if Shandal had fallen into the Mortal Lands because he was near the correct landing zone or if Heaven and Earth had thrown him back home.

'They appear to be migrating,' Noah evaluated while keeping his gaze on the distant pack.