Makoto Sakura entered the scene, followed by a tall and voluptuous cold beauty with knee-length black pants, black over-the-knee boots, and long purple hair that reached her knees.
It was because of her guidance that the purple-haired girl could rush to the crime scene so quickly.
The scene that unfolded before her eyes was a visibly destroyed long street, with cracks and footprints evident on the solid pavement, and straight, sharp fissures cut out by an almost steel-like fierce wind. The scent of gunpowder smoke faintly lingered in the air, as for the Emiya Family by the roadside...
The house was even more visibly damaged, with the warehouse door flung to an unknown location.
The main building had a large inwardly collapsed hole, as if something heavy had been violently flung, crashing into it like a cannonball.
Beyond that, there was silence, with no particular sound of movement remaining.
