"Sigh… We don't have much time. You need to level up fast."
Agema's voice was uncharacteristically serious, a stark contrast to her usual playful tone.
Arlon, June, and Agema were seated inside a carriage, the wooden wheels rolling steadily over the dirt road. The rhythmic creaking of the carriage filled the silence, but Arlon could feel the tension lingering in the air.
They weren't riding the carriage in the traditional sense—Arlon had already teleported it forward after renting it from a city. Normally, rented carriages weren't allowed into battlefields, but Arlon had compensated the owner generously, ensuring there would be no complaints.
At first, he had wanted to teleport them directly to their destination, but since Agema couldn't explain exactly where they were going, it wasn't possible.
And that was troubling.
Agema always had answers.
So if even she couldn't—or wouldn't—explain… it meant something serious was happening.
Arlon caught onto this immediately.
