The island lay shrouded in a gruesome scene of carnage, with lifeless bodies strewn across the ground. In the midst of this macabre aftermath, Fleming stood surrounded by the lifeless forms, accompanied by others.
Inquiring about the toll of the battle, Fleming queried, "How many casualties?"
A figure adorned with the symbol of one and the fire circle stepped forward and reported, "We suffered the loss of four Masters, and three Grandmasters sustained injuries on our side."
Ensuring that no adversary had survived, the Grandmaster continued, "Not a single soul from the opposing forces remains alive. There were no survivors, and those attempting to escape were swiftly dealt with."
Fleming acknowledged the report with a nod, casting a final glance over the blood-soaked terrain. Filled with disdain, he remarked, "A pack of feeble fools, daring to provoke my tower. This is the retribution you deserve for messing with my daughter."
