The Source of Anti-Mana

The afternoon had come and the sun was on its way to set. After crossing the gate with no problems, Lyon and the three found themselves in front of a remote village. 

The place was surrounded by walls of pointy woods that faced upward. There were two sconces erected at the gate. The fire on both was crackling as the charcoal spewed out bits of its light to the air.

"Not much of a defense, huh," muttered Kesya.

"You can destroy a fortress Kesya, so your words kind of underappreciated here," said Graham.

"True," she shrugged.

The man leading the four swallowed his saliva nervously. He couldn't even imagine what kind of fortress did she destroy considering her ridiculous strength.

"Why are we going to this village?" asked Lyon.

"W-We need to cross the sea by the boat, else those higher-ups are going to attack us mid-flight."