On the banks of the River Styx, the ground pulsated with light patterns, and a dark vortex appeared, spewing out four figures in succession.
"Cough cough..."
Accompanied by a bout of coughing, the unconscious Thetis slowly woke, glanced around, and immediately turned her gaze to Luo En beside her, a flash of astonishment in her eyes.
"The Horn of Plenty?"
Luo En, hearing Thetis's murmur, let his eyes sweep from the golden bough in his hand to the ground below.
There lay a horn, its color reminiscent of gold and inscribed with runes, quietly resting on the ground, its potent life force surging out and dispelling the nearby deathly energies.
Thetis couldn't help but press on, looking at what seemed to be the genuine Horn of Plenty,
"Did she give it to you?"
"Seems like it."
Luo En nodded subconsciously, then noticing Thetis's increasingly strange expression and gaze, realized she had probably misunderstood and quickly explained.