Somewhere in the regions dominated by the Unorthodox Faction, a chilling piece of murderous art occupied a small section of land.
Dozens of pikes had risen from the ground through the use of arcane arts. Moreover, the corpses of the Arakuro Magi were impaled on these pikes.
The way it had been done was gruesome, and if one were to take a look at this scene, they would be sure to retch in disgust.
Dry blood stained the ground, and scavengers circled the sky above. Some of the impaled corpses had become food for these birds, while the rest had gone pale and lifeless.
A group of Magi on horseback arrived at the edge of this… grove of corpses. It was important to note that these were hardened warriors, yet when they glanced at the impaled bodies, they couldn't help but grimace.
"So this is the place," one of the Magi muttered solemnly.
A broad path ran through the grove, leading to a rocky mound where a figure sat in meditation.
