Before Michael and the others arrived, Ragnar stood at the edge of a cliff, staring at the scenery spread before him.
The continent of the Elves and the Sprites was separated only by a thin border, and after finishing his raid at Gargantuan Cave, Ragnar decided to move east. He needed new hunting grounds, and soon enough, his steps brought him to the mysterious land of the Sprites—right in front of the Illusion Forest.
He hadn't planned on coming here. He was only grinding monsters and beasts when he realized where he was. Still, since he was already standing before the forest's shimmering boundary, he figured he might as well test his luck with another Boss. Grinding had gotten boring anyway.
Ragnar crossed his arms and observed the groups scattered outside the forest entrance. There were at least five teams gathered—each one calling for more members. Banners, guild tags, and flashy armor filled the clearing. Everyone wanted a shot at the rumored Boss inside.
