Swish!

  As soon as Knight Arthur saw the creatures, his hand reached for the double-edged sword on his back, and what came next was the throwing of his sword toward the slime.

  Boom!

  The sword went rapidly at the slime and pierced through the creature like going through a pile of mud. Pieces of slimy stuff fell on those below, and a few knights brought back the sword Arthur had thrown.

  "The only thing those creatures get is death. If they try to stand against me and my god," said Arthur—not like casual talk, but more like a declaration.

  Wiping away the slimy stains from his sword, Knight Arthur placed it back on his back. Afterward, he gazed at the knights who were looking at him.

  "Since we already took a rest a few hours ago, I suppose it's fitting that we continue to move forward," he said while turning towards the commanding knight.

  "Yes, yes… I agree with you."

  With the two respected figures’ words, the group began to move again.

  The group that once had ten or so people had now grown to around twenty to thirty people, and as they moved through more and more difficult land, they met more and more knights who were heading toward the land of the rising lights.

  They all traveled together, creating a horde of knights—now estimated to be around two hundred to three hundred.

  The more time passed, the more knights gathered, and on one morning of a certain day, they all stood atop the peak of a hill, waiting for the arrival of the high figures from the Sanctuary of the Holy God.

  As they waited, they saw from afar a carriage of the most luxurious kind. It arrived bearing figures of greatness and reverence—those who were in charge of leading the Sanctuaries of the Holy God. All were gathered, and among them stood the prophecy-saying priestess of the Holy God, who had been greeted with honor many times before.

  After a brief exchange of greetings among the high figures, they all came to the hill and stood gazing at the rising sun on the horizon.

  "Other sanctuaries must have already entered the land. We should follow closely behind them," said one of the priests among the group, and the others nodded to him.

  As the sun rose on the horizon, the priests began to chant a melodious hymn that resounded through the hills.

  First, it echoed through the whole hills and raised a slight mist that spread throughout. Gradually, this mist grew in quantity and quality, and it covered the entire hill—including the knights and priests of the sanctuary.

  That mist which engulfed them never faded and continued to shroud the vision around them in a blur.

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  And in the midst of this, the voice of one of the priests echoed:

  "Everyone, now we should stay together as one. Don’t wander off on your own. Always remember you are not alone—there are others with you. Don’t let the trickery of the nowhere land drag you down. Hold on until we find the true path to the glorious land."

  After his words, the group journeyed together as one, guided by the priests.

  "Is this your first time in the Nowhere Mist, Sir Arthur?" asked the commanding knight, who had riding his hourse nearby to Arthur and noticed how curiously he was looking around.

  "It is. After my acknowledgment into knighthood, I walked the oath alone with the guidance of the God, and ever since then, this is the first time the Holy Sanctuary has called for a Trinity Gathering," answered Knight Arthur.

  "Haha, then let me tell you about this place. This is called the Nowhere Land—a place that acts like a doorway to numerous wonderful places. To enter this place, one must know a secret word—the one the priest of our sanctuary spoke before we entered.

  And also, to get out from this place, one must know the right path and the right word. Just wait until our priests find the right way, then you will hear the word that allows us to exit," explained the commanding knight as he also observed the surroundings carefully.

  "The fact that this place gives access to wonderful lands that cannot be entered by normal means has made it a target for those with vicious hearts. As a result—after battles of blood, curses of cruelty, and vengeance—this place became cursed. Now there are beings in this land that try to sway one's heart once someone enters. And if the being is distracted, those creatures will drag him or her down through the mist, erasing their name from the land… and even from history. So be careful."

  Hearing the commanding knight’s words, the nearby knights shuddered and moved closer to one another.

  It was then that a priest shouted loudly, and his voice echoed like thunder in the mist.

  Suddenly, a burst of light came from the sky, like the descent of sunlight. All those who had been swallowed by the blur shades of the mist felt as if they were awakened from a deep sleep. And the mist fled—just like cold fog vanishing at the sight of the rising sun in the morning.

  When the mist faded away, some knights who had been swallowed by it reappeared. And among them, some had completely disappeared and reappeared—so much so that those nearby hadn’t even realized a knight had once stood beside them.