The sky was dotted with heavy gray clouds, casting an oppressive atmosphere over the eastern camp. The air was thick with unease as a large number of Magi gathered outside Adam's tent.
Hushed murmurs rippled through the crowd as they talked about how Adam had committed the grave crime of taking the life of an ally.
To say that these people were repulsed would be an understatement.
Suddenly, the flaps to the tent opened and Oswald Gracie, the Rank 2 Magus, stepped out. His expression was cold and indifferent, yet the raging fury in his eyes could not be hidden.
When the Magi saw him, they all bowed in respect.
At the same time, they couldn't help but wonder just which unfortunate fellow it was that had killed someone related to a mighty Rank 2 Magus.
After Oswald, his brother, Morden, walked out of the tent, his fists dripping with blood. Of course, the blood didn't belong to him.
