One place could have many purposes, depending on the people who decide to come to it.
Some were unaware of all the dangers and were looking for a way to obtain the Element Spark.
Some wanted to prove that they were worthy of the path of the sword. This could be done by defeating warriors of equal skill.
But some hoped to see their father one more time, even though he was long dead.
With trembling hands, Aime lifted Willor's head to look into her father's eyes one more time.
It didn't matter to her that she was holding the head of a dead man and that half of Willor's face was mangled from Ethan's strike. She could still see the same features, the wrinkles and the scar on his cheek.
She knew very well where that scar came from.
It wasn't a battle wound, no, Aime was the one who left it.
'Hah. You showed me how to cook, but in the end, this is what happened.' Aime muttered to herself with a slight smile on her face.
