In the middle of forest, the horses galloped through the forest until they reached a small clearing and stopped one by one.
The woman with white hair and golden streaks was the first to dismount, putting a foot on the ground before her horse had fully stopped, and what she saw made her go still.
The place was completely wrecked.
The trees that should have been there simply no longer existed, some had been torn out by the roots and were lying several meters from where they had originally grown.
Deep cracks ran through the earth in irregular patterns, some several meters long, others shorter but much wider.
Craters of various sizes were scattered across the entire area, as if someone had dropped spike-shaped objects from the sky.
Entire stretches of grass had been completely scorched, leaving nothing but black earth and ash.
Behind Hod, the other inquisitors dismounted one by one.
And the reactions came quickly.
