"Haaa… haaa…"
Blood. Gore. Brutalized human meat that felt downright despicable.
… It felt wrong.
As Asher heaved heavy sighs, his eyes occupied with the several blurs of red that danced in his eyes, he tried his best to find survivors.
There were none.
Everyone in the burning building had been cooked to an overwhelmingly fine degree. Some had whole bodies, and some had chopped-up ones.
In the end, they were made equal in death.
Asher struggled to make it through the flames, thanking his Enchanted Cloak for the heat resistance and durability additions that it provided.
If not for it, as well as his other Enchanted Items, he would have been cooked as well.
The central manor of the Jaune Councilor had several areas, but Asher was focused on only one.
The man—Lord Jaune's—office itself.
'There's not much use for a man who has lost his resources, but a Councilor is still a Councilor…'
