A one-eyed Sand Thief led Mahazar to the corpses with missing limbs, pointing at the scattered remains and said, "Take a look, boss, that's how things are. Although I can't explain it, I always feel that this isn't a good omen."
The King of the Sand Thief was squinting with one eye, watching wisps of red smoke rise from the pile of corpses. He drew his curved blade, held it in one hand, and fiddled with the corpses. At that moment, a stumbling Sand Thief ran over from afar, gasping and looking elated. "Boss, we broke through!"
But Mahazar only glanced indifferently at the one-eyed Sand Thief and asked, "When did you discover this?"
"Just a moment ago."
"They told me to organize the corpses. Youngsters are clumsy and always lose many spoils of war, so I put them all here. That's the situation. So, boss, what should we do?"
