The air was thick with the weight of destruction, flames dancing furiously as if fueled by rage itself. A colossal house burned amidst the chaos, its silhouette defiant against a darkened sky. The sun's light struggled to pierce through the swirling storm clouds, creating an eerie twilight. The clash of blades echoed in an unholy rhythm, and the very ground fractured under the force of the battle. Streams of shattered ley energy carved chaotic canals into the earth, leaving behind trails of devastation.
"We were under attack from both sides," Aleysius began, his voice grave. "Both Purgatory and Paradise converged on us. I fought with all I had to shield the clan, but even I couldn't hold forever."
"You fended off both factions at once?" Lyon asked, his brows furrowed.
Aleysius nodded grimly. "I did... but in doing so, I was blind to what was unfolding within my own home."
