Leonardo’s Suspicions
It was yet another bloody evening in the depths of the Forbidden Domain. A region of death stretched as far as the eye could see from the energy ore deposits mines. A small encampment was built within the depths of a canyon, and this encampment was occupied by over a dozen mortal cultivators and a few saints with fearsome auras.
Other than the weeping winds carrying the unwilling souls of the fallen, heavy panting and thought-provoking moans weaved through the air. However, some of these moans were muffled, some broadcasted the bitterness in their cries, and some presented how pleasurable the experience is, albeit unwillingly.
Of the saints supposedly under Xavier's command, Anvil was the one with the worst temper of them all. While everyone else was silently meditating in their private artificial cave dwellings, he occupied one of the stone rooms of the military encampment.