Up above in the sky, four figures stared down at the chaotic battlefield with a solemn look.
The entire Greymore estate had been struck down, turning into dust and debris.
Thick veins bulge over Harold's forehead witnessing this.
"My estate..."
He felt a throbbing pain in his chest witnessing a fire of destruction and chaos rampaging every corner.
The Greymore estate was huge like a mini city in itself and second only to Tang's.
After rising during the stormy era when cracks appeared, Greymore had been ruling since then.
And this entire place was a throne of their rule symbolizing their power and its inheritance has been carried on and on.
But now...
The very home that he had inherited had been turned into a battlefield.
If not for their protection, all the buildings might have already been ground to dust.
"Harold, calm down, "Maz spoke with a darkened expression.
