Akiol watched as the Fourth Stars prepared the trap. Formations and Skills he's never seen before were being used carefully.
Everyone had an air of seriousness about them. Not a single person was fooling around. As Akiol watched he couldn't help but get a deadly feeling. Each one of the traps being use would no doubt kill him.
If it weren't for the fact that the Fourth Stars bode no ill will towards him, he probably wouldn't have been able to move.
The western half of the continent became a wasteland. Hardly any wildlife remained, the Calamity had truly set it to a deadzone. Nothing but chaotic mana was present.
"The development of this is going to be strange."
"Yeah, I'm surprised you can tell that.", the Orc from before spoke.
"It might be beneficial to some, but it's still horrifying."
"The amount of mutations that will take place. I suspect this will be the land of monsters, strong ones at that."
"A place to grow strong, or die trying."
