Bewulf felt embarrassed by the elder's comment, but there is nothing much that he could do.
He indeed wanted to beat the crap out of his son, but he couldn't bear to. He could only swallow the bitter taste.
But before he could digest that… some more bitter news came to him flying.
A guard came running and reported…
The report made Bewulf's throat go dry. He ran out of the building and soon arrived at the location of the first incident. It's one of the herb workshops designed and operated to a process a specific herb that is primarily native to the saxon territory in Darkhan.
This is one of the primary exports they sell to other territories.
Right now, the whole workshop is buzzing with small spatial tears, chaotic spatial energy and even more corrosive shadow energy.
Over a dozen people, all of them at initiation stage, were on the ground, most of them dead and a few of them corrupted with shadow energy, almost dead.
