Under the cave.
Colin had already successfully taken control of the massive purple-black flesh mountain.
The remnants of the Wood Family, enraged by the sight, charged at him but were knocked to the ground in the blink of an eye.
"Onions, come down and help me guard them, and also rescue the people in those iron cages," Colin said, flicking his arm and looking up as he shouted.
"...Yes." Onions appeared dazed above the cave, taking a while to come to grips with the situation.
The ghastly white bone mountain, the dirty iron cages, the reactions of the Elder Danis and those Great Knights, as well as Colin's words... All of this led him to a terrible association—
'If that purple-black flesh mountain is indeed Alec's ancestor, could he have ended up like this because he ate the plants in the cave, just like I did?'
Onions instinctively placed his hand on his chest as if he could feel the eerie touch of the purple-black skin through his sturdy armor.
