The Four Border City was supposed to be the most secure place in the entire world, partly due to the Magic Judiciary being the building base of the city and largely due to the Grandmaster himself. But today was a different day, where the pride and might of the people inside the city was shattered as a glass dropped onto the floor.
The night was lit up by fires, huge fires that were eating the buildings alive. The once proud towers of the city now collapsed under the assault of the enemy's weapons.
A lone figure stood at the peak of the highest tree in the cemetery, looking down at the burning city below. "This is shaping to be a good day. I should crumble these folks' pride and security and make as much damage possible," he chuckled and slowly raised his hands, dark energy seeping through them to the ground.
