"The other type of hexes are the ones enhanced by curses. Cursed altars to be exact. Until thirty years ago our main objective was to destroy any and all cursed altars that people from Barbariacca tried to construct at the borders
. You see, although an construction like that allows for the hex to basically control the target like a puppet, it does have a certain range that it can work at. But now, we seem to be stuck in one massive cursed altar. Considering the materials required for the construction of just a normal one, that must have cost them a fortune, still, they sit on – or at least were, as far as my memory serves me – the biggest vein of mana crystals in the entire continent."
The elderly woman explained, steering the conversation in the way she seemed fit.
"You said until thirty years ago. What started happening thirty years ago?"
Zoemi asked, furrowing his brows, as he glanced over the woman's shoulders from time to time as of he couldn't stop himself.
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