Chapter 92
A relentless series of booms echoed across the horizon—each one followed by another, as if a war drum was being struck without rest. The source of the sound was clear. Two figures, draped in white robes emblazoned with a crimson sun insignia, stood atop a house, silently watching the scene unfold in the distance.
"He's still at it," one of them muttered.
Below, a lone figure with wild, flame-colored hair continued hammering away at a massive boulder. Flames coiled around his body like a serpent, gathering around his fists to form blazing gauntlets. Each strike sent shards of rock flying, reducing the once-massive stone to rubble. But he didn't stop—not even to rest. When the boulder was no more, he simply moved on to the next.
Around him lay the remains of dozens of shattered boulders.
"Does he ever stop?" the first man asked nervously. "If the Guild Master returns and sees this mess, aren't we going to be the first ones punished?"
