Stepping inside, you find a wide, metallic corridor. The passage has weathered the countless years, rusted and worn. On its walls are arrow markings etched with the sap of unknown plants.,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。