In the outer region of Kindled Vein, a district less important to big factions was filled with hundreds of crocodile morts. Amongst those big carcasses was a tiny looking headless body, the crimson coloured dress worn by the dead had a badge stuck at the waist.
The badge belonged to a mighty 4th-degree sect of the Dark Torrid Region, known by the name of Pyre Pit Sect.
Elder Price's hands shook as he gazed at the mirror butterfly, he opened his mouth, gathering every strength not to believe what he saw as he uttered in stutter. "Ho-Hoba Solis!?"
The dead body belonged to the genius of his sect, the only son of his sect master. Hoba Solis was a youth with a bright future ahead. Handsome, talented and well versed in business, a suitable candidate to prosper the sect in future.