"What on earth?" Sirona gasped in shock as she saw rising flames. Acrid smoke began to fill the air. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"
"Fucking bastard!" Atticus cursed out loud, his eyes blazing with hatred as he stared at the broken wall.
Jean Nott's fingers were all over this destruction. Did he take the iron meteorites as well? Did he harvest so much of it that he could use it solely to cause explosions?
King Calarian hurriedly got back to work, trying to mend the metal pieces together. But the exploding iron meteorite had done too much damage― it wasn't only the metal that required fixing.
Atticus gritted his teeth, enraged as the makeshift wall he built crumbled down despite his best efforts, stripping the capital city of its already weakened defenses. More buildings began to fall under the onslaught of the wind and debris, and this time without the metal reinforcements from before, they tumbled down easily.
