Boom. Boom. Boom.

His heart was running wild.

The Fire of Destruction was running wild.

The proper spot for the ancient artifact.

� That spot was naturally the place that had traces of the people who were wrongfully killed.

Cale opened his mouth to speak.

However, nothing came out. The thief continued to speak as if she understood how Cale was feeling.

� You can probably tell this island�s secret, right? You can feel it, can�t you? This black mountain. This mountain that is hidden by the wind�

�Even the Fire of Destruction is running wild��

The thief continued on.

� You can feel the dead mana that is filling up this mountain, right?

The thief sounded full of sorrows.

� In the past, no, during ancient times, this place was a dead mana storage facility.

Cale closed his eyes.

It didn�t matter whether his eyes were open or closed as it was completely dark.

� I left my top�s whip here and asked my friends for a favor.

The thief sounded as if she was about to cry.

� I asked them to protect and defend this place that had traces of my family, my friends, and my neighbors.

The thief had asked this favor to her friends who had been her eyes and her feet.

Please protect this place.

In addition, please make it so nobody could approach this place.

Please make it so that they could not tell the true identity of this island.

The thief held herself back from sobbing as she continued to speak.

� I could help them run from the dead mana, but I could not destroy the dead mana. JrNovels.com