Pope Paul Mardini of the St.Paul Church was dripping with sweat from his temple down his back.
The magic coordinates were correct, but what appeared before him was far from the legendary emerald hills!
On the Primitive Ancient Origin, where hills rolled on endlessly and wild grass grew thickly, there was only a dark area shrouded by a massive egg-shaped black shadow!
The waters of the Sanggan River, which should have been reflecting the silvery light of the dawn, were also being engulfed midstream by this vast shadowy curtain.
Like the gaping maw of a powerful demon from the Otherworld, this eerie shadow curtain incessantly exuded evil, mystery, and strength. Even the Paladins with eyes as sharp as eagle falcons could not pierce through this demonic nest-like barrier.
