The pleasant shade of passing clouds gave them relief from the harsh sun, prompting Alwina to stretch with a sigh.
"Urb Messis doesn't designate a single city, but rather a category of settlements. Oh, I should use the term farms in this case." Her pallid face turned paler, and she hugged her knees. "I used to be terrified of being thrown in one, you know? Washed-out magi with exhausted potential, subjugated mystical races, and regular people unfortunate enough to be devoid of talent—all were thrown in there, from the sick to the disabled."
Meilyr had a cruel thought, yet he queried nonetheless. "For what purpose?"
"It's obvious. In fact, your mind immediately went to it, right? A magi's instinct never fails them."
"Sacrifices," he uttered with disdain.
