Kyle's head peeked out from behind a huge boulder as he gazed at the familiar figure floating mid-air in the distance.
Emion let out an angry laugh. He gazed at his surroundings and his harsh aura shook everything around him.
"It's been so many hours but why is it that I haven't seen even a single outsider?"
His eyes dilated into narrow slits. He was so angry that blood rushed to his head.
Kyle diverted his eyes with a frown. Just like Emion, he was equally confused because, on his way, he didn't see a single soul except for some people from the dark race.
Secretly he followed behind the frustrated man. They passed through a few treasure islands, mountains, and a large river. Yet, for some reason, the air was eerily quiet. It was as if the humans, elves, demi-human, mer, and dwarfs all vanished into thin air. Leaving behind no one except Emion and the few scattered people of dark race.