The Inspiring One

Grimm and Nina circled above the Peronwood Range for more than ten days without any luck…

Half a month had passed in the Western Thorns. Grimm and Nina's search still turned up empty…

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

An impatient Grimm looked down at the city from above the sky. In a deep voice, he asked, "Nina, where are we now?"

"This is the intersecting region between the twelfth Dark Sorcerers' Camp and the nineteenth Bright Sorcerers' Camp. This small town is known as Europa. The place we're heading to is the Liquid Bone Caves three hundred kilometers away from here. It's a natural underground labyrinth. A Dark Sorcerer would definitely have an advantage hiding there."

As Nina finished her words, the Myna that was perching on Grimm's shoulder complained, "Master, let's go down and ask around first. While we're there let's get some food! My palate's been dry these few days…"

Nina's wrinkled, old face squeezed out a smile.