It had been almost an hour since the battle had begun in the city. Thousands of deaths had already occurred across the empire and continent, but armies of tens of thousands of soldiers had already entered the 37th floor to help.
James and Ariel, followed by Ariel, had passed through the demon beasts and were chasing after the strange things that James had felt before, which could be considered as 'seals'.
When they reached the northern part of the city, they realised that a very high level of clean mana was emitted from the small wooded area inside the city.
More precisely, this 'seal' was made of pure mana, it felt like the pure mana of a child, and that was the scary thing.
If such pure mana wasn't made by an incredibly good-hearted mage or someone who was entangled in sacred magic, it meant that a sacrifice had been made.
That's what was so frightening about a child's pure mana, the possibility of child sacrifice was literally on display.