Walking through the forest, Thoren's undead servants slaughtered every beast that crossed their path.
Blood stained the ground, and broken bodies were left behind wherever they passed.
Despite the continuous killing, his experience points barely moved.
Only beasts above Level 15 could noticeably increase his experience.
Anything below that merely added a negligible drop to his experience bar, hardly worth mentioning.
After traveling for more than half an hour, Thoren finally emerged from the forest.
Beyond the tree line lay a basin.
It was vast and bowl-shaped, carved deeply into blackened earth as though a colossal hand had pressed it down from above.
The ground was cracked like shattered glass, fractures spreading in every direction from years of relentless heat.
Beneath the surface, faint veins of molten rock glowed dimly, pulsing like the veins of a living creature.
Ash drifted endlessly through the air, settling on jagged stones and half-melted hills.
