'It seems Zarek has such a bad naming sense.' Asher mused to himself as he said nothing about the naming externally.
'At least five thousand years, huh?' Asher thought to himself as he looked around.
On the walls seemed to be various people, although he didn't know who they were, Asher seemed to instinctively understand they were Wargraves of the past who had trained here.
Some of them wore wide grins on their faces, some of them stood upon mountains of corpses, some of them had their limbs missing yet still fought their enemies regardless, and some were covered in what seemed to be depicted as blood.
"As you must have understood, these are various Wargraves that fought in various wars and battles before meeting their end," Zarek explained, as Azaron had once told him the exact same thing.
