Just a Young Man Who Likes Cigars

A few days after [War Magic] was activated in the Duchy of Stellaraim.

One of the Empire's administrative agencies, the [War Magic Safety Committee], had moved to the Duchy of Stellaraim.

After speeding through the Empire's landscape and arriving in the north via a teleportation gate, they immediately drove to the plain where [War Magic] had activated and turned everything into a land of death.

Screech.

The plain they had reached.

Once the cars stopped, the committee members quickly got out and began changing into protective suits.

"Good heavens..."

And one of them, Luka, a new recruit of the [War Magic Safety Committee], stared blankly at the plain where [War Magic] had activated without even changing into his protective suit.

How should he describe it?

Should he say it was as though a clear boundary had been drawn between life and death...