The next morning, Jackson tried very hard to convince Claire to join them, only because everyone felt that there was something amiss in Gale Gorge. The air gave off an indescribable, strange feeling. Occasionally, a bird would let out a mournful squawk. Magic beasts continuously ran out of Gale Gorge, but none attempted to attack them and acted as if they didn’t even see them, directly running away. It seemed like they were afraid of something.
“Very strange.” Jackson stroked his chin, puzzled over the situation.
Jean slightly frowned, also pondering. Wind Wolves had suddenly appeared along with the Holy Divine Prince of the Temple of Light. What did this mean?
“Jackson, I think we shouldn’t go any deeper, I have a bad feeling about this,” a refined young man standing behind Jackson said. He was the only magician of the group and also their advisor.
Jackson’s face became serious. Many situations had proven that their magician had been correct every time.
“Okay, then for the time being we’ll leave.” Jackson made an accurate decision. He then turned to Claire. “Miss Claire, you should leave with us too. It’s too dangerous to go forward.”
“Thanks for your concern, but I have an unavoidable reason, so I must keep going. We will depart ways here.” After Claire modestly thanked them, she went forward.
Jean nodded at them, following behind Claire.
As Jackson watched the two leave from behind, he still wanted to say something, but the magician behind him pulled his clothes. “Don’t try to persuade them anymore, that miss had an unusually resolute look in her eyes. She must really have an unavoidable reason to go. If you try to persuade them, it would be a waste of effort. Also, she’s a magician, so there’s no need to worry.”
Jackson quietly sighed, and inwardly prayed, hoping that this beautiful, young miss wouldn’t meet any danger.
Jean and Claire continued to walk, but they didn’t see any indications magic beasts the whole way. A strange feeling pervaded the air.
The more they went forward, the more Claire could feel two types of essence in the air. One was the familiar purifying power, the other a dark power. Suddenly, there was a wide expanse of open land!