On the side of the ruins, amidst the lush green slopes, there was a conspicuous excavation mark.
A large amount of soil had been pushed out and slid down the slope, accumulating at the bottom, burying low shrubs and grass, with even the tall trees half-covered.
The soil cascading down the slope made it seem as if the mountain had burst open like a cyst, oozing pus.
At this moment, within the unearthed tunnel, several mercenaries emerged, dusty and disheveled, dragging out a bloodied man. He seemed to have resisted an explosion at close range, his armor was ripped apart, and his skin was covered in blood. His hair was turned into an explosive mess.
Seeing him, everyone gasped, spelling a tragic word in the air above him.
