Contacting the Overgrown Monarch

Moments earlier, the four Unknown Followers followed by Esseker, the priest reached Gadan Lake.

"Finally, we're here..." Less, the female among them sighed.

"Want a massage, my love?" Rad came from behind and offered.

"Sure, my love."

"Ugh..." Keth made a disgusted face, "You never got tired of each other, are you?"

"And you never get tired of being bitter." Less refuted.

"Stop," Esseker put his hand behind him, stopping the trio. He then crouched behind the bushes in the far mountains.

They were currently opposite to where the sports event was being held with the wide and vast lake between them.

"There are no guards. They're too confident that nothing will happen to them." he whispered.

The other trio agreed to this with a nod as they follow suit and crouch down. They could see from there that there are large tents placed with different kinds of stages in between.