"Ah..." Strax let out a hoarse sigh, looking around with tired, incredulous eyes. The destruction around him was total—as if a cataclysm had rewritten the very map of Vorah's capital.
Towers, walls, temples—all in ruins.
The sky still burned crimson, and the smell of smoke and blood filled the air.
"Where... where in this world is there anything left intact?" he muttered to himself, his gaze lost, as if searching for a single place that had escaped the fury.
But there was none.
And then, without warning, anger surged.
"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU OLD SON OF A BITCH?!" he roared, his voice echoing through the destroyed valleys with a force that made the rubble itself tremble.
He was furious. Not just because of the destruction. But because it had happened in his home. In territory he had sworn to protect with blood and fire.
