The sword attack had broken the illusion of the bright sky above. As the pieces of tower continued to fall on the city, the residents raised their heads and stared up in shock, their hands plastered over their mouths, and the children in the area were crying, looking at the scene.
After all, some of them had lived in the tower all their lives. Because once one person had entered the tower, the whole of their family could also join, and so could the future generations. Therefore, not all those who lived in the tower were strong Arma's, nor had they stepped foot from outside.
And seeing the damage caused by the blood sword, they could only think that it was the world's end. To them, a demon had created a sword of blood that everyone could see, and now the sky had turned blood red as the hell had descended. As for the person responsible for it all, he was still standing in the courtyard, looking up at what he had done.
'My theory was correct after all.' Quinn thought.
