Their muzzles were tense, nostrils flaring as they scented the air, and their clawed hands rested on crude weapons or the earth, ready to spring into action at a mont's notice.
Among them, a few stood out—taller figures draped in tattered robes, their staffs tipped with faintly glowing stones that exuded an eerie, otherworldly energy.
"Fangars..." Dio muttered under his breath, though his expression remained unchanged, his calm deanor unshaken.
At that mont, one of the Fangars—a visibly taller and bulkier figure standing at the back—grinned maliciously.
He held a staff in one hand, his black tattered robe fluttering slightly in the breeze.
"Sorry about that," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "My hand just slipped. I thought you were a group of primals..."
Though his words were an apology, his tone suggested anything but remorse.
A cold, displeased voice responded from within the smoke. "Your hand just slipped? Then, I apologize for this!"
Whoosh!
A black-and-gold hamr shot out of the smoke, hurtling straight toward the Fangar who had spoken.
The Fangar, unfazed, simply pointed his staff forward and muttered an incantation. A golden light flashed from the tip of his staff, deflecting the hamr with ease.
The hamr spun through the air for a mont before a figure flashed into view, catching it effortlessly.
It was Urek, now unmasked. His black panther mask was gone, revealing a tall, muscular man with dreadlocks tied back into a ponytail.
His dark skin glistened under the faint light, and his sharp, piercing eyes glared fiercely at the Fangar.
Urek stood at an imposing 6 feet 8 inches, his presence commanding and intimidating.
His expression was one of deep displeasure, his lips curled into a slight frown as he stared down the Fangar.
The Fangar smirked, clearly enjoying the tension. "Oh, so it's you, Urek. My bad, I thought you were a primal. I didn't know it was just you."
Instead of rising to the bait, Urek's frown relaxed, and a small smile played on his lips. "It seems you missed my smash filled with warmth, Drul."
At the ntion of the word "smash," Drul's expression darkened montarily before he regained his composure, his smug grin returning.
"Heh, I'll let you enjoy your remaining ti in the Origin World for now. Enjoy it while it lasts..." he said, his voice laced with a knowing nace.
With that, he turned around, his tattered robe swirling behind him.
"Let's go!" Drul commanded, and with a wave of his staff, the group of ten Fangars vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint trace of their eerie energy.
Urek watched them leave, his expression unreadable. Though Drul had left with a threatening remark, Urek didn't seem the least bit concerned.
Dio approached him, a sly grin on his face.
"Are you just going to let them leave like that?"
Urek didn't turn to face him, his eyes still fixed on the spot where the Fangars had disappeared.
"It doesn't matter. No matter what kind of plan he has, I'll still beat the crap out of him."
Dio chuckled, clearly amused by Urek's confidence.
"You sound so sure of yourself for soone who just got caught off guard by a simple attack."
Urek turned to face Dio, tilting his head slightly as he raised an eyebrow.
"You must have sensed them from the start. You didn't even warn !"
Dio turned away, still chuckling.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was just as surprised as you were."
It was clear that Dio was lying, but he wasn't about to admit it. Urek shook his head, a small smirk playing on his lips as he let the matter drop.
anwhile, Vincent observed the exchange in silence, his mind racing as he recalled Dio's earlier explanation about the Lost Grove.
According to Dio, the Lost Grove was a secret realm that existed outside the laws of the Origin World.
It was a place shrouded in mystery, said to be the remnants of an ancient civilization.
The Origin Guardian—the golem they had fought earlier—could very well have originated from this place.
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The Lost Grove was rumored to be filled with hidden treasures and resources, but it was also a place of great danger.
Aside from the primals that guarded the treasures, there were also traps that could obliterate anyone who wasn't careful.
And, as they had just witnessed, there were other Origin Warriors who could enter the Lost Grove.
Vincent had been excited to bring Mochi along, as the little creature had an ability for sensing treasure.
Unfortunately, Mochi was currently in no condition to help, leaving Vincent to rely on his own instincts and skills.
He pushed the thought aside for now, focusing on the present. The Lost Grove was a place of opportunity, but it was also a place of peril. He needed to stay sharp.
Dio had also ntioned that there were thousands of Novice Continents.
That was right, there were other Novice Continents. It was like a ga with multiple servers.
Their own Novice Continent was the 13th, though Dio hadn't explained how he knew this. Vincent had been skeptical at first, but given the limited knowledge he had gained from the academy, he couldn't entirely dismiss Dio's claims.
If what Dio said was true, then the Lost Grove was far more complex than Vincent had initially thought.
It wasn't just a simple realm—it was a convergence point for warriors from different worlds, each vying for the treasures and resources hidden within.
Fortunately, the laws of the Lost Grove worked in his favor. Only those below Tier 3 (1★) and those who possessed the necessary keys could enter.
With his current strength he could sohow believe that unless he encountered soone that could fight against soone like him that could beat soone with a higher Tier than him, his journey in Lost Grove would be smooth.
At this mont, they were heading to a place called 'Stonebridge Town'.
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