The tombstones had been toppled, the earth overturned, revealing layers upon layers of bones beneath.
However, a dozen or so Wizards in dark Magic Robes did not continue destroying the cemetery.
They formed a semicircle, facing the opening of the valley.
There, more than twenty Warriors from the Kronos plane were descending from the sky, the light radiating from them illuminating the valley as if it were day.
The Warrior at the forefront was powerfully built, his arms transformed into a pair of enormous eagle claws with tips that glinted with Dark Gold light. His body was covered in cyan scales, and his eyes were amber vertical pupils, burning with the flames of fury.
"So it was you, desecrating our graveyard? Don't you people of the Wizard World have ancestors? Don't you have anything you need to protect?"
