Owen and Hard (1)

"What happened here? There's a faint smell of blood in the air. This camp must have been attacked. There are signs of fighting at the outer palisade and inside the camp." Owen frowned as he examined the scene, then fell into thought.

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A battle had clearly taken place here not long ago. The outcome was just as clear: the camp had been wiped out. What Owen couldn't understand was where the bodies had gone. The marks of battle were still there, and so was the blood.

"Could it have been a Necromancer?" Owen immediately thought of the supernatural profession that had left him with so many terrifying memories. He had a very bad feeling.

Just then, a rumble of thunder came from the sky.

Owen and Hard instinctively looked up. An Angel with black wings spread wide swept past a hundred meters overhead, crossing the camp so fast that she nearly broke the sound barrier, leaving rolling thunder in her wake.

"It's—mmmph!" Hard cried out in shock, but Owen immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, reducing his shout to a muffled groan.

"Idiot! Why are you yelling? Do you want to die?" Owen snarled under his breath. He wanted to strangle the man who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Owen couldn't understand why someone like Hard had earned the God of Nature's favor. The man was good for nothing but ruining things.

Only after Rota, the Lightning Angel, had flown into the distance did Owen release Hard's mouth. He kept staring up at the sky, fear still gripping him. *Damn it, what kind of place is this? Why is there a Fallen Angel here? Didn't they say the Alien God fell long ago and this was just an abandoned Divine Kingdom? Why does a Fallen Angel