On the frozen plain, the wind howled fiercely, sweeping across the barren tundra like a grieving spirit.
Snow swirled in restless spirals, yet despite the relentless wind, an eerie stillness blanketed the battlefield.
Only a few minutes earlier, this land had been the stage of a brutal life-and-death struggle.
Now, it was silent.
The infamous Slave Trade Guild was no more.
The leader of the Beast God Sect lay motionless on the frozen ground, her lifeless body already stiffening in the biting cold.
A short distance away, her mount's massive corpse rested heavily against the ice.
The blood that had spilled during the battle was beginning to crystallize, dark stains spreading across the pale tundra.
Gulp.
The three members of the Knight Order swallowed hard, forcing down the dryness in their throats. Their lips trembled slightly as they stared at the devastation before them.
First, the Federation had fallen.
Now, the Slave Trade Guild had been eradicated.
