Five small reconnaissance units had been sent out to look for the Apostle's corpse.
Or, at the very least, traces of his existence so they may find out what happened to him.
Luke, the leader of one of these groups, an up-and-coming holy knight, whistled as he trudged his way over broken branches and dead leaves.
He was currently leading his group of ten toward the edge of a Terracotta Scar, where the last signal from [Stay Safe] had been received.
Luke was serious and mission-focused, but even he was growing bored with the arduous trek they endured.
There was nothing out this far from the capital save for a few villages.
There was also that cultist village that the Celestian government didn't even acknowledge in the census, the one they were marching toward…
Kyler, one of two scouts, sighed, then asked:
"Do you think what they say is true?"
Luke looked over his shoulder and replied:
"You mean about the Scar?"
Kyler replied:
