A person was holding a magic wand with a black robe, a hood hanging from his head covering part of his face, standing in front of a rock that could not be said to be too big, dripping blood on the stone then banging his wand on the ground three times.
That place is in the middle of a dead forest, one of the forests in the Artland World but not included in the territory of any race.
A few seconds passed, a cave suddenly appeared with a door made of stone sliding slowly.
The sound of crows and owls can be heard clearly around the cave, several other animal night hunters also fly above the cave.
Several torches were lined up neatly against the wall and managed to make a light in the cave.
a man sitting with his eyes closed on a large rock in the middle of the cave entered his view.
Not wanting to interfere with that person's activities, he decided to wait and leaned his shoulders against the cave wall with both hands on his chest.