Chapter 55
Sepia, the Sixth Circle elf mage, unfolded her world beneath her feet.
It was the mages’ otherworld, blocking intervention from the outside world—a death arena from which none could escape until one died.
It was a frozen land where a crystal-colored horizon stretched endlessly.
In response, Walter of the Blood Moon also unfolded his world. Behind the 6th Circle Dark Mage, the world projecting his inner vision revealed itself.
‘A surgical ward…?’
No, that wasn’t it. Stepping back behind Sepia, Dale gasped for a moment.
A scene overflowing with medical beds, sick patients, chains restraining them, and all manner of horrific instruments. Screams echoed from all directions. They weren’t cries for mercy. They were pleas to be put out of their misery.
He soon realized. This was no ward intended for healing.
Elder of the Crimson Tower, Walter of the Blood. Commander of the Sixth Unit of the Black Crimson Corps, known as the demonic legion.
Walter’s world was precisely that Black Crimson Corps, specifically the laboratory of the Sixth Division he personally commanded.
The living laboratory of the Crimson Mage.
A symbol of cruelty who, long ago, abandoned even the basic principles a human should uphold in pursuit of ‘Power and Truth’. A living hell where all manner of horrific experiments were carried out on living prisoners.
“Do you know why my alias is called ‘Flaming Blood’?”
Leaving that very Black Legion laboratory behind, Walter of the Blood Moon asked again. Sepia did not answer. She merely swept along the crystal-colored frozen ground, stirring up a blue current of magical power.
