In the Arcadia Mountains.
The indignant, punitive expedition team followed the guidance of several veteran hunters, tracking the traces left by the magic beasts.
Perhaps due to the alterations brought by the Beast Disaster, the thorns and poisonous plants along the way were extraordinarily lush. Barely a few steps taken would lead to stepping on pale animal and human skeletons underneath dry branches and fallen leaves, with dried blood watering this land.
Seeing the scattered and broken remains of the victims around them, some were silent, some fearful, some filled with righteous indignation.
Ever since the Beast Disaster spread, all of Arcadia was plunged into turmoil, with many villagers who hadn't managed to retreat into the cities facing the tragedy of their entire village being slaughtered.
And now, the blood debt committed by the magic beasts had been compounded.