Time passed by second by second.
More than half an hour later, the ground of the village was calm again.
The black-armored soldiers who had entered the underground passage after the burly man began walking out one by one, carrying corpses and laying them in the center of the village square, neatly arranged.
The air above gently fluctuated, and the wizards who had flown into the sky earlier and blended into the night appeared one after another, landing on the ground and approaching the corpses to carefully inspect each one to ensure they were truly dead.
One corpse in the corner even had its head chopped off, but the wizard still wasn't reassured. From his fingertips, he produced a thin, transparent wind blade like a blade that sliced open the chest, exposing the heart. He forcefully poked the coconut-shaped shriveled heart and then nodded to his companion, indicating that the death was confirmed.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
