The wind of the Northern Territory has never been gentle; the moment it brushes past the cheeks, it carries a relentless sharpness.
The Mage Forest's insect corpse investigation team has been running across this Icefield for nearly two months already.
Yet it seems like a nearly futile journey.
"Another day with no results." Someone squatted on the ground and let out a low sigh after a long pause.
"I'm starting to wonder... is there only one Nest? Are we going around in circles, doing pointless work?" The voice sounded exhausted, almost numb.
Another mage interjected from the side: "You do have a point, running around like headless flies is not the solution."
No one refuted.
The atmosphere in this Mage Corps had already begun to seem... somewhat downcast.
Grand Mage Flora stood on a higher ground, her expression calm, yet there was a trace of exhaustion that even she had not noticed.
