Orwellia Empire had a massive area set aside for the Soulmancers. The pleasant gardens and open air courtyards were the best in the empire yet the main hall was filled with angry faces.
The terrifying part was that 15 Sun Tiers were raging as they saw the broken life tablet of one of their brothers.
At the head of the room, behind a platform holding the life tablets still intact was a massive man looking solemn.
"Brother Ken has fallen but there was no last image we could make out. His last job was at the checkpoint next to the eastern Hinterland border." The muscles bulged on his frame in anger but they really did not know what happened.
The life tablets should have recorded the last few moments, yet there was only a flare of emerald and nothing else.
"Why was he going out to the middle of nowhere?" A silky female voice spoke up but made more than a few shiver. Even among Soulmancers, a few were too monstrous even by their standards!
