City Hall was burning fiercely.
Big Sister frowned at the building that had collapsed almost completely, the firelight reflecting on her face, making her look extremely unpleasant.
She turned her head to see that nearly every subordinate nearby was wounded, the Gunslinger Commander had been hit by a flying rock and had been unconscious ever since. Twenty had a long cut and was also as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss.
This time, they had truly suffered a great loss.
What enraged her even more were those subtly encircling them, dressed in black robes adorned with the heraldry of a broken-horned dragon—it was the cultists, the Dragon Worshipers.
"These ungrateful bastards, how dare they surround us!?"
Big Sister said through clenched teeth to Twenty.
