The Grand Elder stared at the scene with a blank gaze, his eyes wide with horror. He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness watching the sect he had helped build and strengthen over centuries being annihilated in such a brutal and ruthless manner. A few meters away, the Sect Leader lay on his knees on the ground, his hands trembling and his gaze fixed on the slaughter; the man who had once believed himself invincible could not even utter a word.
The worst part for both of them was neither the physical pain nor the destruction of their walls, but the suffocating wave of resentment emanating from their own disciples. The screams of agony were accompanied by curses and glares filled with hatred directed at them. All of this... absolutely all of this hell was happening solely because they had decided to attack and plunder a small, insignificant island years ago.
