“People deeply believe in the guesses about their ancestors, so this task is arranged by the Spider King every year and intends to continue doing so, it has already become a custom of the Wasabi Flame Spider clan.”,Through the narrow slits of the heavy metal door, crawling over a stretch of dirt and stone passage, facing the dawn light, arrived on the opposite continent.,Grasshoppers chirp in the surrounding bushes, birds flit through the branches, and occasionally a beast's roar echoes from the depths of the forest. And who knows how many hunters remain silent, lurking in wait。