Outside World, Devil’s Sea, Sidro Island.
After enduring several consecutive days of ocean storms, the sky finally cleared. Hungry and fatigued, a sand rat scurried around the sand, trying to find food.
Soon, the sand rat unearthed a plump caterpillar and excitedly dashed off, eager to return to its burrow to enjoy the meal.
Its burrow was on a highland near the coast, where there were annoying seagulls but no humans.
Yet today, as the sand rat was sprinting back with its prize, it suddenly ran into a human.
Humans had climbed the mountain?
But just now, there wasn’t a human in sight?
In the little brain of the sand rat, it couldn’t comprehend how this suddenly appearing black human came to be. However, even a low intelligence rat understands a survival instinct: avoid humans.
It prepared to dart into the bushes without hesitation, but just before it could move, it realized that its legs seemed to be malfunctioning and couldn’t move at all.
Looking down, it saw its legs were charred black, as was half its body.
As if it had been roasted by fire.
But it had never been near a source of fire; it just accidentally collided with a human’s foot... or rather, a skirt?
The immobilized sand rat lay on the ground, using its limited wisdom to ponder what had happened. But before it could figure anything out, it felt its tail being pinched by two fingers with sharp black nails.
The little sand rat watched as a massive human female, in its eyes, lifted it up, then that human swung it in front of herself, saying in a sharp and piercing voice, "Rat, I hate rats."
A gentle female voice came from behind her, "Why do you hate rats?"
"Because you tricked me, the rat hole that supposedly leads to a revelry doesn’t exist." A woman with black curly hair and a face adorned with steel scales turned her head to look at another woman behind her.
The gentle-speaking lady behind her looked exactly the same, except her entire body was white, with white curly hair, white scales, and... a white iron hoop skirt, with a white skirt bottom power furnace and white steam.
"Don’t mind such details in talks, the rat hole was just a joke, how can you hate rats because of that?" the white lady said.
The black lady sneered and directly shoved the struggling sand rat into her mouth, chewing it to pieces.
Blood splattered, and fur stuck to the corner of her mouth.
The white lady floated to the black lady’s side, smiling sweetly, extended her perfect cheek, and gently licked the residue from the corner of the black lady’s mouth with her pink tongue.
"The taste of rats here is quite awful," the black lady remarked.
"When did you install a stomach?" asked the white lady, puzzled.
"Dawasya told me, I merely borrowed his words."
The white lady realized, "Oh, it was the little darling that told you, I thought Boiling Gentleman installed a new component for you."
Mention of the "Boiling Gentleman" brought a flash of anger over the black lady’s face.
"Boiling Gentleman, engrossed in his bizarre studies, hasn’t appeared in a long while; even amidst this big event, he stays put in the Dim Candle Corridor. Otherwise, the honorable lord wouldn’t have sent us away from Xinnai Land."
White lady: "Don’t be angry, compared to the little darling and Tentacle Monster, we are much luckier. We don’t have to face that group of human wizards."
Black lady: "Compared to hunting that naughty dog, I would rather tear those human wizards apart with my own hands."
The white lady chuckled, "But as you said, Boiling Gentleman hasn’t come out in ages, and our power furnace is running low on energy. Don’t waste your strength on futility, leave that side to the little darling, let’s go find the runaway obedient dog."
"We must find it as soon as possible, otherwise if Minister Dim descends, it would be harmful to our honorable lord."
The black lady snorted twice but nodded in agreement.
Her pitch-black eyes glanced around and finally fixed towards the northwest.
"There’s a familiar scent over there."
"I smelled it too, might be the obedient dog, or something else odd. If it’s the latter, we need to steer clear."
"Alright, I’ll listen to you."
The white lady helped the black lady tidy her hair with a smile, "Let’s go."
Black lady: "Wait, should we deal with them before we leave?"
The black lady looked back at the mountain path, where three figures in gray robes had appeared unknowingly.
"The Archbishop mentioned those Otherworld smugglers, it’s them!"
"Their aura seems strange, from which world do they hail?"
"From wherever it might be, as long as they’re Otherworld smugglers, they deserve to die!"
The air was filled with arrogant words, but once it cleared, there lay three charred corpses on the ground.
"Some pesky bugs trying to get in the way," the black lady sneered, "Let’s go."
A massive amount of steam was released from beneath the iron skirts of the black and white ladies, and they vanished from sight.
About a quarter of an hour after they left, two humans appeared on the highland.
One was dressed in a black divine robe, and the other in a gray wizard’s robe.
The man in the gray robe squatted on the ground, calmly inspecting the bodies of the three fellow wizards, then looked up, "Archbishop, the three Star Moon Cloud wizards are completely dead, their souls have also been obliterated."
The man in the black divine robe glanced at a distant location, "The work of the Otherworld smugglers."
"How could these Otherworld smugglers capable of killing three Star Moon Clouds suddenly appear in the Wizards’ Realm?" the gray-robed man wondered, for such powerful beings crossing worlds, the World Will would have given a hint to the Extreme Sect, not leaving them as oblivious as today.