A blazing fist struck a delicate rose.
All men were pulled towards the point of impact because of the sudden vacuum before getting thrown outwards. The soundless nature of this contact between the level 40 Viscounts horrified the Barons to their core.
Tomislav struggled to stand up and in the distance, he saw the shock-waves had snatched away the purple pup out of Christin's embrace.
'This… is bad.'
Boom!
As the shock waves died down, one of the faraway tents blasted apart and seven masked men wearing green overcoats appeared on the site. The mask on their faces was plain with no holes and there was an image of a fiery-red bird with its claws stretched out on it.
These were the Recordless.
