444 The Scene of Another World

The dim and gloomy skies.

Low-hanging black clouds drizzled. The rather chilling air, along with thin fogs, shrouded the dimly lit mountain forest.

A stretching wind pungent with blood billowed through the woods, swaying trees and leaves, revealing a small, narrow path that had been trampled by beasts.

It was a path that was difficult to traverse. Whenever it rained, the mud would turn swampy, capable of biting down on the soles of any passerby. Together with the mountainous topography and beasts that were likely to appear, even the most experienced lumberjack and hunter would not want to take this route on such occasions.

But there were some people who, under compelling circumstances, had to take this route.

A haggard red-haired girl, with pointy ears as well as a pair of dragon wings, was shambling as she walked along that path of beasts with much difficulty.