There wasn’t a single trace left of the battle that just happened on the grasslands.
The blood covering the grasslands was concealed by the afterglow of the setting sun and the smell of blood in the air was also blown downwind by the strong winds.
On the grasslands stood two figures who weren’t there before.
Nigan, the Captain of the Slane Theocracy’s Special Intelligence Forces, the Sunlight Scripture, stared at the two people in front of him in surprise..
One of them was clad in the robe of a Magic Caster, wearing a strange mask to cover his face and his hands were covered with metal gauntlets. His black long robe looked expensive and gave its bearer an aristocratic air.
The other person wore a full suit of black armor. The armor also seems to be quite amazing, surely not some cheap, widely available good. Its mere appearance hinted it might be a strong magic item.