[A few miles south of the Atlantis Shore]
The remnants of a military camp were left crushed and torn apart; tents completely blown away with craters thundering down across the fields. It looked as though a battle was fought between two armies, yet it remained eerily quiet.
A few dozen armored knights were left as nothing more but crushed tins, leaving only their horses fleeing.
Sitting on a wooden bench overlooking the decimated camp, the Outlander of scarlet hair bit into a loaf of bread.
A sigh left the lips of the black-haired girl beside him, folding her arms over her chest, "Weren't our orders to lay low, Rowan? I hardly think blowing away a Mastorn camp is doing that."
The brawny man tossed practically half the loaf into his mouth, chewing it before swallowing the rest as he stood himself up, "We were also told to engage if there were no higher mana signatures present. Look at these carriages."
