As Renzor rushed back to the manor, a huge explosion erupted from where he had just been moments before. The force of the shockwave blew his hair back, while smoke and the acrid smell of fire and burning flesh swept through the night air. When he turned to look, he saw a scene that could only be described as hell. The once beautiful and peaceful area was now a smoldering ruin. The corpses of Dark Elves were mingled with the charred remains of innocent citizens who had been caught in the blast. They littered the ground, burnt to a crisp.
"Renzor, there was a suicide bomber, but we killed the rest. Are you okay?" Agatha asked, her usual hard demeanor softening as she saw him.
"Yeah, none of them have been left alive," Nabil added, his voice steady.
Renzor took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Agatha's. "Yeah, I am fine," he replied calmly. "What happened with the task I told you to do?" He began to run, and Agatha and Nabil followed closely behind.
