As Alex approached the headquarters of the Noble Trader Association, the devastation and destruction became increasingly apparent. The dome, once a symbol of beauty and architectural artistry, now stood charred and blackened. The surrounding area was strewn with debris and remnants of the attack that had taken place earlier.
When he stepped forward, he could see the exact effect of his attacks. Outer walls were cracked and broken in multiple places. Windows shattered in the intense heat revealing the charred inside of the building.
The entire building was in disarray.
It was almost three in the morning. And yet, Alex could see the guards scrambling to and forth when he approached the building. They were trying hard to prevent further destruction.
Suddenly, Alex was hit with a sense of guilt. But quickly it was replaced by his true emotion.
