In front of the dilapidated temple, what was once a pathway filled with green grass, healthy trees and crisp natural air was now nothing more than a pit in a charred mass of land.
All this, was caused by one person, who was wiping the ashes of Zindi's body off his hand.
"He was had quite the potential... It's a pity we were ordered to kill every human in the forest..."
The masked figure gripped his cane that was still emitting rings of fire out from its body and sighed with emotion.
He spoke out loud, but there wasn't anyone in view.
"What's the point of this, you witch? You want me to turn you into a roasted ostrich?" The figure said again. With the fluctuations in his voice when he spoke this time, it was extremely easy to guess that the masked figure was a female.
A chuckle came out from seemingly nowhere, and the surrounding space began to clear up as if an eraser was used on it.
