Chapter 218: Vengeful Eyes

As the winds blew the night became extremely cold. Yet its chill was the least that consumed Malnor's thoughts.

Malnor quickly became aware of how profoundly he underestimated his fellow disciples' thirst for markers.

They bore the freezing temperature of the night for their cause. Currently it was actively lit in colorful explosions from conflicts raging on inside its pitch darkness.

Explosions were heard and battle cries sung, as with each moment that passed markers kindled to their owners despair.

Now safe havens that were previously vacant became filled to the brim. It seemed even the twenty-five percent deductions from their markers wasn't enough of a deterrence.

Perhaps the general consensus was these were perfect conditions for plundering with the darkness as their cover. 

Most importantly there was presently a need to make use of their existing time within the forest before the top players entered the fold.