In the endless fog, Locke walked on the winding road.
Occasionally, some monsters would come and disappear about 15 meters away from the path.
This was the second time that Locke had been to the small world of the Lenz Club. He was not as nervous as he had been when he had been there for the first time.
The whole fog area was very quiet. Only the sound of Locke's footsteps could be heard.
"What's that?"
Locke suddenly stopped and stared at the mist on the right.
There was an ancient airship floating there.
The surface of the airship was gray, and there was a huge crack in the middle as if it had been attacked terrifyingly before.
Wherever the airship passed, all the monsters that approached in the fog directly dissipated.
There was still a large amount of blood at the tail of the airship. Locke looked at the blood and immediately had a creepy feeling.
"Is this blood left by some god?"