It was at the northern end of the northern forest of Hellsburg.
The fire had spread all around, soldiers threw fires flaming arrows, and tar into it.
The forest was being desecrated into nothing but ashes as they moved forward.
Illias who led such a movement had his eyebrows meeting in such a terrible expression.
Illias: [How can even the finest scouts even not be able to go through this stupid forest——!?]
There were armors left on the ground, assumingly it was Illias's scouts that has died and were unable to escape the vines that held and tied them up.
Their lives were siphoned, and nothing was left after.
Nolan: [The forest is alive. I'm sure this is Ophelia's doing.]
Illias: [Damn, right she is the one causing this! You, Nolan, will be the one to kill her if you want to redeem yourself. Fail once more and you will meet death!]
