A wave, akin to a thunderous blast, surged through the entire area, causing the ground to quiver in unison with the deafening roar left in the wake of the Blood Rifle's discharge.
Nestled deep within the heart of the city, this explosion carried an even more thunderous resonance than before.
A smoke resembling a monstrous mushroom billowed forth, extending its reach towards the very heavens, as if it sought to majestically announce its presence to the entire world.
This ripple of energy didn't stop there. It coursed through the night, like a silver thread woven into the fabric of the moonlit sky, touching the hearts of all who were close.
Even the Blood Slaves, a congregation of wanderers trapped within the confines of the buildings, couldn't resist its allure.
