Outside Guming County, deep within a deserted forest.
Inside a cave, the walls were covered in a dense network of scarlet runes. The runes themselves were twisted in shape, like the claws of evil ghosts scrambling across the ground, struggling desperately. A mere glance was enough to instill a sense of manic, venomous rage, as if they could stir the deepest malice from one's heart.
At this very moment, a figure was sitting cross-legged in the cave.
The figure was draped in a black cloak, obscuring their face. Even sitting cross-legged, it was clear this person was short; their build was like that of a six- or seven-year-old child. The pale, plump arms peeking out from beneath the cloak were also unmistakably childlike.
In front of them sat a statue.
