C1418 Lower Soul River

After the three figures disappeared for less than fifteen minutes, a small crack appeared in the dark void and two figures drilled out of it.

One of them was sloppily dressed with disheveled hair and a face full of filth. In one hand, he was tearing at a golden leg that had been roasted. In the other, he was holding a yellow gourd.

A middle-aged man in a long white robe and a scholarly hat