In a desolate region, the land seemed to be stained with a layer of dark green grime, its hue exceptionally murky.
The Magic Power in this area appeared more chaotic compared to other places.
A faint poisonous gas lingered in the air, giving an oppressive and dangerous feeling.
Toby strolled across this land and, as he walked, it seemed he stepped on something.
Instinctively, he scraped it with his leg, revealing a small, cone-shaped skull.
Just from the shape of this skull, it was easy to tell it was a rat's skeleton.
"Found another one. What was this place before?" Toby asked, full of curiosity.
"I reckon this might have been a battlefield where we fought with rats," the old man said with a chuckle.
Anger nodded in agreement, while leading a road bird beside him, he explained, "That's right, looking at the geographical location, this should have been the battlefield of the Purple Rat War. That's why there's so many rat carcasses left here."
