Five people were standing in front, all dressed elegantly and exuding extraordinary presence.
The one speaking appeared to be a man in his 50s, with two other men of similar age standing on either side.
In the center stood a bent old man with a head full of gray hair and a young man in his 20s, with a fair and delicate face. The most striking thing was that within a 700-foot radius of them, all the weeds had been completely flattened, leaving the space remarkably empty.
Isaac suddenly remembered seeing a swift black shadow pass overhead in the miasma earlier.
Could it have been them?
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