Lord Ilya's expression didn't change as the group moved deeper into the Ashen Plains. His pendant pulsed faintly, reacting to a stronger source of fire essence somewhere ahead.
He slowed his pace and raised his hand to halt the expedition.
"Everyone, we are nearing the territory of the Ember King. Be alert." He muttered.
The mercenaries stiffened, and even the Master‑Class Alchemists exchanged uneasy glances. The Ember King was no ordinary threat.
It was a creature born from the very heart of the Pyromancer's ancient battle… It could be said to be a sovereign flame that was given with sentience and fury.
Ilya's eyes turned to a certain direction as he recalled the surrounding area during his previous failed expeditions…
Soon, he found an area where the smoke thickened unnaturally.
