The confrontation between the leader and the assembled Master Knights had spiraled far beyond mere combat into a scene of utter devastation.
The Guild plaza was unrecognizable, transformed into a chaotic landscape of shattered stone and dust. Craters marred the ground, overlapping like grievous wounds that had been chiseled into the earth by an unyielding force.
The Guild building had suffered severe damage, its remnants collapsing inward to reveal jagged stone skeletons and splintered wooden beams jutting out at odd angles.
Surrounding buildings were half-buried beneath heaps of rubble and thick smoke. The bodies of both Adventurers and dark-clad knights littered the ground, some lifeless, some groaning in pain, and others rendered unrecognizable by the violence.
The air felt heavy, choked with a metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of mana that had been pushed beyond its limits.
