An armored pickup truck was rushing. It went directly to the ambush site. A death guild member wanted to clear the way and destroy the remaining wall with magic, but he was stopped.
"Don't destroy the scene. It will affect the investigation," said a man named Elwis.
The driver, named Jacob, chuckled. "Investigation? Is that still needed?"
"Don't you notice something wrong? It's too quiet. The fight should have ended. Either the Poison Guild's enemy retreated or the worst had happened."
"How is that possible?! According to them, the fight was not that long. Poison Guild is not that weak. Almost all their high-level members went here. The enemy should have retreated!"
"We will know about that."
A burly undead rose under the car and lifted it, then the pickup truck was thrown over the wall.
"Can't you be gentle?!" shouted Jacob.
"There is no time for that."
