Back at the grand commercial plaza, the thick, suffocating pressure of the Vice Hall Master's Early Golden Core aura continued to vibrate through the polished white stone of the reception hall. The crimson alchemical flames dancing across his ancient fingers cast long, sinister shadows against the walls, threatening to reduce the massive mansion to a pile of ash. The engineering crew stood their ground, their faces pale with sweat as they gripped their defensive formation tools, desperately invoking the legal authority of the Branch Leader to halt the impending destruction.
Yet, the Vice Hall Master merely let out a harsh, guttural laugh, his eyes burning with absolute, unchecked arrogance. "The Branch Leader's permits? Do you honestly believe a piece of administrative paper will protect this rogue trash from the righteous wrath of the Alchemical guild? I will raze this entire structure, and if the commander wishes to file a formal complaint, he can do so over your charred corpses!"
