678 Five Hundred Years

In the desolate wilderness, Linley and Reisgem, one tall, the other short, were advancing side by side.

“What’s going on? There’s almost no one around.” Reisgem couldn’t help but grumble and curse, his eyes filled with anger as he looked around. “It’s one thing for those weaker commanders to be hiding, but those fairly powerful ones…when Reihom and I were together, we ran into quite a few of them. But now, all of them are missing.”

The nearby Linley was silent.

Linley was beginning to feel frantic as well. He couldn’t help but look about at the battlefield, but there was nothing to see, not a single person. “The Planar Battlefield seems to have suddenly grown much more barren. There’s not many people visible now. When Bebe and I used Deathgod Golems to lure people in, we still discovered a few people.” Linley couldn’t understand either what was going on either. It had been three years since they had killed that elven male, ‘Occluar’.