Nolan and Aston stepped into the factory with caution.
Shards of glass and fragments of broken weapons littered the ground. One wrong step, and their horses could have been injured.
When they finally arrived, a scene far more chaotic than expected unfolded before them.
Glass lay shattered everywhere, and the craftsmen's tools for forging weapons were in ruins. Bloodstains covered the floor, making the atmosphere even heavier.
Soldiers rushed about, carrying their wounded comrades as well as employees who were in critical condition.
Aston's expression darkened, his face flushed red. The fury inside him was so overwhelming that he could barely contain it.
Nolan didn't offer comfort. The devastation was too great, and empty words would only sound hypocritical.
Both dismounted and walked deeper inside, their sudden presence startling everyone.
"My lord!" the soldiers exclaimed in unison, bowing their heads.
