“That’s the place.”

Malbre muttered as he gazed at the city of the Abandoned. Observing it from a distance, he frowned.

“…What are those buildings?”

The first thing that stood out was the small, sturdy houses made of earth that spread across the city.

Then he noticed the people moving around frantically. These were the Abandoned, and they should have been scrawny and malnourished. Instead, they looked relatively healthy, a bit worn, but certainly not starved.

“There’s no doubt about it.”

Someone here had the power to produce.

“Pathetic creatures.”

Malbre sneered and advanced, his lieutenants following behind. The city’s …