Chapter 17: What the hell

Colpo Mountains.

Night had fallen.

A crescent moon hung on the horizon, emitting a soft, white glow.

Deep in the ancient forests, the roars of fierce beasts echoed everywhere.

Tigers roared and wolves howled,

while insects chirped all around.

It was half an hour later when Garp brought Bokat to the Colpo Mountains.

Knock, knock, knock!

He raised his hand and rapped on the door, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.

Garp stood before the door, his brows furrowed tightly.

He could not understand why Dadan had summoned him so urgently.

Creak!

The door was opened from within.

As scattered golden sparks flickered out, they illuminated Dadan's face, still haunted by fear; a cigarette hung from her lips, with gray smoke curling upward.

"What is it? What happened?"