Swish swish swish~" Sounds of green leaves brushing against pant legs continually arose.
Charles led a group of crew members swiftly through the dense forest, with a pack of rats guiding the way at the forefront.
At that moment, Charles's expression was one of shock mixed with a hint of excitement, as if he were anticipating something.
After they passed through another thicket, a huge object suddenly appeared before them.
It was a submarine, more precisely, an unfinished submarine that, judging by its appearance, likely would never be completed. Green vines and wild grasses had overrun this product of human high technology.
"Someone got trapped here, they tried to escape using the submarine!" Charles immediately concluded.
Was it the entity controlling the White Beast? Charles quickly dismissed that thought.
If it truly were him, with the help of the White Beast, he should have already escaped.
