On the northern side of the Blade Mountain Range, near the water outlet of an underground grave vault.
It was the dark time before dawn.
The mountain wind howled, piercing like a knife.
A man with his face covered by a black hood stood at the edge of a clifftop several kilometers high. He wore a silver mask to conceal his face, gazing at the Fission Wilderness on the northern side of the mountain range.
A group of bizarre creatures, like flying birds, flew from the wilderness, flapping their featherless wings, flying in the dark sky before dawn.
"Swish~swish~"
The sound of wings flapping grew closer. The appearance of the "flying birds" became clearer in the night curtain. They were a group of emaciated double-winged aberrations.
Morster, wearing a silver mask, glanced at the empty-handed double-winged aberrations and sighed lightly:
"Ah... A bunch of guys who cause more problems than they solve, actually lost the Bone-mending Wand."