"I will kill you, manipulate your body with undead magic, and then I could touch the Sword of Power and extract it myself. Despite your great indebtedness to me, you yourself said two hundred and fifty years ago, when we meet again, we won't question right or wrong, only life and death..."
At that point in her discourse, a column of ice suddenly surged under the feet of Ivita and the Hearthstone Witch, lifting them high into the sky, atop the castle.
Ivita looked around, astoundingly, she could see the entire lost territory from up here.
The forest section, the lakes section, the residential area...
On the plain directly below the huge hole that had suddenly appeared in the sky, countless graveyards had been constructed. The numerous gravestones were shocking to behold, and Ivita immediately noticed that there were hundreds of thousands of these gravestones, each with a unique marking, seemingly a part of some exclusive ceremony.
