Page | 12 what looked like palm trees. The atmosphere was unique, too. There was something like a crude smell in the air, not unlike the crowded slave markets. “Surprised? Those pillars are actually a behemoth’s ribs.” We were still walking along as I surveyed the area when Galban called out to me boastfully. Thanks to the current formation of our group, I’d been talking to him a lot lately. The man loved to brag. His stories were always incredible and self-flattering, with questionable veracity, but easy to enjoy if you suspended disbelief. “When the great hero, second-generation North God Kalman, visited this land, he and his companions defeated a behemoth that was rampaging through the desert. They feasted on some of its meat and left the rest of its remains to rot, leaving what you see now— bones that refuse to decay, standing testament to the passage of time.” “Wow.” So this land had some connection to the North God Kalman, huh? I knew some of the tales about him, but I’d never heard anything about him slaying a behemoth before. I had seen one behemoth myself as we traveled, but it had been way too large to even consider taking on. You’d have to be insane to even try. I wondered how he’d managed it. Well, the North God had apparently bested an immortal Demon King and an enormous dragon, so maybe he just made a hobby of defeating monsters with colossal amounts of HP. “Ants were among the numerous monsters that feasted on the fallen behemoth’s flesh, and they are the cause of the city’s numerous labyrinths. When monsters devour other monsters that are stronger than they are, they give birth to powerful offspring in turn. Those mutant ants dug countless nests, and the nests all turned into labyrinths.”