A Grudge That Could Not Be Buried
Magnus carried Dario as their group hurried through the desolate mountain paths in silence. The atmosphere around them was suffocatingly heavy. No one spoke. No one even dared breathe too loudly.
The earlier arrogance they carried when descending upon the battlefield had completely vanished.
Now, only humiliation remained.
The cold wind of The Forsaken Domain swept through the rocky terrain, carrying with it the faint scent of blood and shattered earth. Behind them, the distant battlefield still trembled occasionally from the remnants of Leon's terrifying sword intent.
Even after leaving, that pressure still lingered in their hearts like a nightmare.
Soon, the group arrived before a secluded cave hidden between two steep cliffs. Dense vines covered the entrance while jagged rocks concealed most of its presence from outsiders.
Max quickly stepped forward and waved his sleeve.
A barrier flickered briefly before dispersing.
