Oma's figure descended from the sky, landing near a corpse that had suffered a gruesome death. Her expression was grim.
"Wizard Oma!"
"Senior!"
A few Wizard Apprentices with backgrounds from the High Tower stood nearby, looking uneasy as they made way.
This was a narrow alley near the market. Puddles covered the ground from the rain two days prior. A crowd had gathered at the entrance of the alley, whispering amongst themselves.
The corpse on the ground had endured extreme torture before death. Its eyes had been gouged out, legs broken, and its face was covered in vicious slashes. The area around the groin was especially gruesome, a clear indication the assailant had vented their rage in this manner.
"Disperse the onlookers!" Oma furrowed her brow. "What exactly happened here?"
