a clue that spans a thousand years

Late at night.

The lights in the command tent were still on.

The soldiers passing by or patrolling couldn't help but sigh when they saw this scene. The head of state was really worried about the wasteland.

Inside the tent, link was holding a cup of coffee. He was browsing through documents while waiting for the ten blood cocoons to hatch.

The macaw at the side followed suit. It held a bottle of drink and shook it on the rattan chair, waiting for the spider demon guard to break out of its cocoon.

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In the latter half of the night, the frequency of patrols outside decreased significantly. Only the rhythmical crackling of firewood burning in the brazier could be heard.

At the same time, the hardened blood cocoon in the tent also cracked.

The blood cocoon shook, and the demonic Spider inside struggled to break free. It then used its tentacles to tear the blood cocoon apart.