World of Charcoal
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"This cannot be incorrect. This is indeed the Phoenix Eye," Brother Seven reaffirmed.
"Then where's the treasure?" Han Sen saw a mountain range in the distance, which only told him this place was massive. Locating anything there might be far more difficult than expected.
Brother Seven looked back at his compass. He said, "This is strange. I cannot tell which direction we must go now."
Brother Seven touched the black grass on the ground, and when he looked at his hand, it was covered in black soot. The ground really was like charcoal. Then, he said, "I have no idea whatsoever what purpose this place serves, in a shelter, but I am certain some power presides over this place. A dangerous presence remains, one that keeps this world like one that was built from charcoal."
"It's best we don't split up," Han Sen said, as he looked around.
Brother Seven nodded, and he knew Han Sen would protect him.