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Seeing the corpses dressed in the garb of a Heretic Religion, Winters grew even more certain of his earlier speculation:
The torrential downpour that nearly caused Sekler's plans to collapse was not a natural phenomenon, but a spell, a spell of such magnitude that it was beyond imagination.
But he kept this thought to himself.
He was no longer the naive youngster eagerly demonstrating magic to Aike, keeping secrets was the first rule for spellcasters.
Gathered around the campfire, Winters counted a total of eight bodies.
All were dressed in clothing adorned with animal bones, blue stones, metals, and ribbons, their limbs twisted oddly, their expressions extremely agonized.
"Hiss," "hiss," the sound of ripping fabric echoed as the tent flaps were slashed open, the wind dispersing the tent's smoke.
Jeska, Andre, and other military officers entered the tent with their men, momentarily struck dumb by the horrific scene inside.