[District A — The Burning Zone]
The epicenter of the blast was a crater of smoldering concrete and twisted metal.
While at the center of the explosion, debris and corpses were scattered all over the place. These weren't civilians; they were the charred remains of the Ghost Organization's elite vanguards, obliterated in an instant by the hidden mana mines.
Standing some meters from the ground, hovering on disks of condensed mana, were Madurai, Angelina, and Denton. They were the only survivors of the ambush.
"This is bad..." Madurai gritted his teeth in rage. The vein on his temple throbbed. The bodies on the floor were their remaining members—their shield, their army. Now, they were just meat.
"These bastards placed a trap here! How do they know we will follow this path?" Angelina asked in confusion, her voice rising an octave. She scanned the smoke-filled perimeter, her nerves fraying.
"Do you think we from the Summoners forces are weak?"
