The heat still lingered on the scorched ground, and the air was heavy. Debris began to fall like rain, the sound of pebbles hitting the earth echoing through the silence. The once-mighty guild was now nothing more than a barren plain—no sign of its structure remained. All had turned to dust under the power of a single man. Damon stood amidst the ruin, unfazed… but deeply disappointed.
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The blast had glowed like a distant star, its brilliance spreading across the city in a blinding wave. Civilians and hunters alike shielded their eyes from the intense light. And then, the sinister presence vanished.
Aldwulf sensed it.
He wasn't surprised.
Grey's eyes flickered open, blurred by the brightness. He struggled to rise, his body still weak.
"Grandpa Aldwulf… where is Big Sis? Where is Amara Big Sis?"
Aldwulf clenched his fists. Words fought to leave his throat, but none came.
"Gre—"
A sudden impact behind them cut him off.
Damon had landed.
