When he finally burst through the soil, crawling out from the underground warehouse, he couldn't help but freeze in place.
The once magnificent manor had vanished entirely.
In the midst of the silver rainstorm, only a scene of utter desolation remained, with scarlet flames dancing over the shattered ruins and fragmented corpses strewn across the scorched earth.
And deep within the flames, the sharp sound of steel grinding continually echoed.
A metallic centipede, covered in blood and flesh, coiled around the bell tower. It opened its mandibles, tilted its head back, and devoured a screaming guard, chewing with satisfaction.
Amidst the rolling black smoke, large and small sinister shadows—the mechanical monsters cloaked in Blood Flames—prowled in packs, ignoring the maids who knelt on the ground crying in terror. Instead, they dragged out the butler hiding behind a girl, and then the screaming old man was engulfed by the metallic glare.
