"It must be..." Avendial murmured as he exited the wreckage of the auction house.
The scene before him was a testament to chaos, with the scattered door, broken walls, and shards of concrete strewn about, each element suggesting the violent tumult that had unfolded.
Yet, he pushed these thoughts aside and continued forward, joined by Aecilia as they stepped outside, his gaze settling on the devastation that lay ahead.
Before him stood a man who resembled a behemoth, his body three or four times the size of Avendial's.
He was gasping for breath, his body marred by numerous wounds from which blood flowed freely.
Surrounding him lay the remnants of what had once been a parking lot, now cluttered with abandoned cars and the bodies of several guards who were scattered around, some barely clinging to life.
