In the sky above the Fortress of Unyielding Might, two figures were seated while curiously looking at a specific spot on the Central Continent which was laid out in front of them.
They had been staring at the same spot for the last hour, but both of them had not spoken a word, but with each minute, the expression of stupefaction on their faces grew more and more pronounced until their eyes were as wide as they would go, and they were wondering whether what they were seeing was really true.
Finally, shaking his head, the Chief spoke up to break the silence.
"I knew that Warriors, especially those who were exiled and have been living in isolation for many years can be hot-headed… But this is a bit too much. Can't they tell that they're all entering a deathtrap? Why do they keep going in, one by one?"
