A few crows circled above the ravine, cawing, as Sofia stood by the roadside, feeling a chill in her heart.
Dead infants were piled at the bottom of the ravine, some had already decayed into white bones, while others seemed to have been recently discarded, amounting to at least a hundred.
The smell in the air was nauseating, the pungent odor drilled into her nostrils, making the young girl's stomach churn, causing her to turn away and vomit...
It was only after she had expelled everything she had eaten that Sofia slightly regained her composure.
However, her pale face and slightly trembling body indicated that the girl's heart was not at peace.
"I told you, you shouldn't look."
Demacia sighed, dismounted, and walked over.
He glanced at the dead infants at the bottom of the ravine and said to the other mage players accompanying them:
"Burn them and chant a Soul Cleansing Spell. Even if they are infants, if left unchecked, they could become undead."
