As the ship soared toward the border of the sea, right over The Protection Wall, Northern's expression darkened.
'What in the… world…'
Northern wanted to speak, but words failed him. From up in the sky, all of them could see the carnage that had been wrought upon the Protection Wall.
It was a macabre sight to behold—blood had moistened and darkened the white snow. The ground across the Wall's landscape was decorated with a twisted and sickening palette. Northern hadn't felt the urge to vomit like this in ages.
"Should we go down?"
Thalen asked with a soft tone.
Northern was about to shake his head when he suddenly froze and narrowed his eyes.
There—someone in a secluded area, on his knees. Northern's brows furrowed.
'It can't be…'
He took a powerful leap off the ship like a spring and landed on the ground with a thunderous thud that sent everything flying into the air. The entire place became a smokescreen of white snow for a moment.
