Three enormous War Rhino-class war machines rolled across the land, dragging several hastily assembled carriages behind them. Many held things excavated from beneath Blanur, including records from the former Star-Gazing School and research notes from the evil organization.
Dressed in white, Sylutia sat at the edge of the platform on top, one hand resting on the railing beside her as she gazed into the distant sky. The wind whistled in her ears.
The air carried a faint misty dampness, and the land was a pale gray expanse, devoid of vivid color.
"Lady Tia." Cheris came up the steps behind her and approached her side.
"We've established that dark wizard's identity and background through interrogation." She held down the hair blowing around her ear with her fingers, then handed the young woman a report.
"All right, thank you."
Sylutia sat at the platform's edge, her legs swinging gently beneath her skirt as she leafed through the documents.
The dark wizard Sandhorn had been born into a noble family in a small country southwest of the Mage Alliance. Although his family was far better off than ordinary people, they still could not afford the cost of his studies in Secret History Knowledge and his pursuit of the supernatural path.
In his early years, he had framed a fellow student and seized the precious resources that student had prepared, using them to advance. Having tasted success, he was no longer content to earn contribution points honestly or work for money. Instead, he found several like-minded accomplices and stole treasures and wealth from other acquaintances.
But as such incidents grew more frequent, people inevitably began to suspect him. Finding it increasingly difficult to remain in the area, Sandhorn had no choice but to go elsewhere. For more than a decade afterward, he operated in