Siberia, Fire Eagle Nest.
Inside the huge mountain belly that spanned hundreds of meters vertically, there was not a single gleam of light. It was pitch-dark, as if it were a sealed nether space, vibrating with an eerie and unusual atmosphere.
A hundred thousand holes were still neatly arranged at the bottom, but the silver liquid inside them had been used up, and the surround rock walls were crisscrossed with sword marks, retaining a trace of aura.
After that battle, the people of Nostic had come to investigate, and finding nothing, they merely sealed off the entrance. This mountain top stood quietly in the midst of the larch forest, the pine wind gusting forcefully, waves upon waves, and no one could imagine what had happened there.
"Huff!"
"Thump thump!"
