He sheathed his wand and sat cross-legged again in the shadow of the cliff, gazing down at the railroad tracks below as a dark murmur escaped his lips.
"Besides, I myself am looking forward to meeting an old acquaintance soon...."
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The pearls of the Istel River, the two most beautiful cities in the St. Istvan Crown Territory—Buda and Pest—were completely destroyed.
Without any exaggeration, intense street fighting had riddled the cities with holes. Three days after the end of the battle, with the last explosion, the metropolitan areas of the Crown Domain were reduced to rubble.
Staring at the photograph, where not a single trace of the city could be identified among the brick debris, Roland's eyebrows were nearly twisted into knots. After flipping through several more photos, his hands began to shake.
God knows how much strength he had to summon to restrain his urge to kill. He was so close to smashing the desk with his fist.
