Chapter 38 No Idle People in the Tree House District

Everywhere, trees had collapsed and caught fire, lawns were blasted into ruins by spells, thick smoke billowed from all around, and occasionally, one could see bodies charred or frozen by frost, clearly the work of fellow wizards...

"Fear can also breed sin..."

Faint cries of agony could be heard nearby, and everyone tacitly avoided suggesting going to check it out. Old Wells leaned on his cane, murmuring lowly with a complex expression.

It seemed that the scene before him had triggered some unpleasant memories.

Ronan saw a bombed, collapsed tree house ahead, and his eyes flickered slightly.

He wanted to go home.

The Magic Stones he had saved over the past two months, along with the unsold finished Rune Stones, nearly all his possessions, were hidden under an oak tree near his home, covered with layer upon layer of thick fallen leaves, dead branches, and stones.

He definitely needed to retrieve this wealth.