Solomon City.
Bang!!
Three police cars squeezed together, exploding with a loud boom, flames reaching for the sky and turning the surroundings a fiery red.
Griffin strolled leisurely down the middle of the street, as if on a leisurely afternoon walk.
Beneath his feet lay scattered limbs and torn bodies, exceptionally bloody. The burning flames from the explosion were right beside him. The scorching heat intermittently assaulted everything around, with the flames at their center, making the nearby storefronts, walls, and vehicles somewhat charred.
Griffin seemed unaffected. He lifted his head to watch the white snowflakes that slowly descended from the sky.
"He has already started. How are our preparations coming along?"
"All is ready," the Black Flame Demon Lord responded at his side. "As long as you construct my Tower of Black Smoke, our expansion will be much faster than his."
