At the entrance to the Land of Silent Spirits, all the rescued Nightmare Elites stood quietly, guarding the area.
The Colossal War Beast Barbatos loomed in the air, its massive, yellowed vertical pupil occasionally staring at the surrounding Nightmare Elites, its eyes filled with a hunger as if it were contemplating whether their flesh was tasty.
However, each time it thought like this, Walker and Wood, standing at the front, would turn their gaze toward it, as if warning it. If it dared to make a move, the ten Grand Marshals and the Commander of the Royal Guard would undoubtedly join forces to slaughter it.
It had been nearly half a month since Sterl entered the Land of Silent Spirits.
Yet, the Nightmare Beings did not show signs of impatience or anxiety. They had been trapped for so long. A mere few days, compared to forty thousand years of sealing, felt like just a fleeting second. They could afford to wait.
