Suddenly, I arrive at an open field and immediately old man Zane comes to a screeching halt, sliding across the field for about five meters.
I don't dare try the same thing and instead slowly reduce my speed before gradually coming to a complete stop.
I look around the field. It's a large barren land, parts of it charred black and greatly uneven. This place spans several square meters, so much so that my eyes can't see the end. There are also several other people here, mostly elves training and practicing magic.
I focus back on Zane, who is standing in front of me with a serious expression on his face.
"A great battle once took place here several hundred years ago during my prime against humans and right here, we decimated all of them," Zane explains.
