Fifteen minutes passed.
Silence reigned in the warehouse, broken only by the occasional *crunch* that the structure of the place was made.
The place was completely destroyed, both the first and second floors.
It was as if there had been an earthquake.
Some of the walls had collapsed, as had part of the ceiling, and the entire second floor had been turned into an almost open courtyard.
Broken crates were scattered everywhere, and thick smoke hung in the air, obscuring the view.
Through the haze of destruction, the guards and mercenaries who had rushed in from the battle began to enter the warehouse, moving cautiously, their faces etched with tension and fear. They had seen up close all the destruction and sounds of the battle that had destroyed this warehouse. Still, they couldn't let this opportunity pass them by. The reward Garret Darksoul had offered for Victor's head was enormous, and greed could overcome fear.
