Somewhere within the gray mist, at a hidden stronghold.
Surrounded by several twisted monsters stood a graceful figure concealed in their midst. She casually toyed with a sky-blue magic orb in her hand. Within it appeared a three-dimensional map of the entire Nightfall Domain.
"Where did that human second-tier Divine Chosen go? Why haven't they shown up?"
"My lord, could it be that they killed Acron using soldiers?" replied a mage wearing a black robe. His fingers were shriveled like dead branches, and his back was severely hunched. The entire figure resembled the wicked old witch from a fairy tale. "If they have enough soldiers, killing a Divine Chosen isn't impossible—especially if they possess city-defense ballistae."
Within the orb, the ballista being set up at the territory's gate was clearly visible.
