Vale's Divine Sense swept through the spatial ring, cataloging the corpses one by one. His eyes suddenly widened as he paused on a familiar face.
"Brylle…" Vale whispered.
The corpse was unmistakable even if he hadn't seen the guy for a long time...
Brylle had once been a student of Rakmiths, the Academy of Elemental Arts. Vale remembered him clearly from the Twelve Academy Competitions he had joined years ago.
Brylle had been one of the more remarkable students back then… He was ambitious, and gifted with elemental control that had impressed even the judges.
Now, his lifeless body lay among the others.
Vale gaze stopped at his corpse for a moment, recalling what Brylle had shown in the competitions. Then, from the faint traces of aura still clinging to the corpse, Vale could tell Brylle had reached the level of a Master-Class Arcanist before his death.
It was a pity. Such talent, wasted.
