A Grand Magus battle was no ordinary clash — it was a cataclysm. Such power could level mountains, part rivers, or scar the earth for centuries. Even in this lawless city, where blood and chaos were everyday affairs, the tremor of two grand magus colliding sent chaos through the populace.
The first shockwave rippled across the southern districts, rattling the crooked shanties and shattering a few windows outright.
From all corners of the southern block, residents reacted in chaos.
Some fled toward the outskirts, others hid behind layered barriers or burrowed deep into their underground vaults. A few reckless souls — rushed toward the source instead, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and greed.
"Who is it this time?!" someone shouted over the rumbling ground. "Which Grand Magus?!"
"It's coming from the south block!" another cried, his voice nearly lost amid the din. "The Midnight Brotherhood! Their base is under attack!"
