The fiery attack ripped through the air with a ferocious roar, a wave of fire that tore the mansion in half as if it were made of waste paper. The deafening sound echoed through the night, mixing the crack of burning wood with the crash of shattered stone. The fire devoured everything in its path, transforming the once-imposing palace into smoking ruins.
Amidst the chaos, Albert Vorah and Scathach came to an abrupt halt, their bodies rigid before the devastating spectacle. The empty struggle, the endless choreography, was interrupted by that brutal roar.
They turned to the source of the attack, and there, in the shattered courtyard, stood he—Dutch Blazer, the Duke of the Duchy of Blazer. His gaze was cold, calculating, and the aura he emanated seemed to set the air around him ablaze.
Albert frowned, his eyes narrowed with contempt and a hint of anger. "You are not welcome in my Grand Duchy," he said in a firm, authoritative voice.
