Somewhere in Mabi.
In a forest clearing atop a hill, a dozen tree trunks were driven into the ground, forming a rough circle. Atop each trunk rested a chunk of stone, set up for target practice.
And at the center of it all stood a madman clad in a dark cloak. His body was a ghastly map of deep scars, acid burns, and flame marks crisscrossing every inch.
His scalp was completely charred, leaving him bald and grotesque, and where his eyes should have been were dark, hollow sockets that seemed to swallow light itself.
All of a sudden, Adam clutched his stomach and burst into a fit of manic laughter.
"Oh… oh goodness arcana… hahahaha!" He laughed so deeply that his stomach started to hurt. After a certain point, even his jaws started to hurt.
Meanwhile, hidden behind a tree just outside the clearing, the mimic glanced at the madman, wondering why he was laughing all of a sudden.
