After Mike left the area, other figures began to arrive.
They gathered near the place where Leviathan had fallen. The ice was shattered, the sea was disturbed, and the ground was covered in dark traces.
Several people stood silently, observing the battlefield.
"This was done by a necromancer," an old man said as he examined the marks on the ground.
The aura left behind was heavy. Traces of death magic covered the area. Mike's attack residue was there as well, but the lich's presence completely overwhelmed it. Dark curses still lingered on the ground, twisting the mana flow and confusing anyone trying to trace the fight properly.
"And a very powerful necromancer," another man in black robes added. His voice was low and serious.
One of the men turned toward a tall figure standing nearby. The pressure around him was strong—clearly a Rank 2 individual.
"Is this from your organization?" the man asked carefully.
The Rank 2 shook his head.
