"Carry that old man, and let's go," Draco instructed, sensing additional auras approaching.
Adrian nodded obediently, knocking the guest elder unconscious and carrying him. Draco grabbed Jane's hand, and in a flash, the three vanished, leaving no trace behind.
When the incoming auras arrived, they were stunned by the devastation. Deep pits, ruined buildings, and shattered sealing formations painted the aftermath of a battle unlike any they had ever seen.
As they searched the area further, they discovered the corpses of black-robed men, their heads severed and their faces frozen in terror. When they noticed the crest emblazoned on the black robes, they exchanged glances of shock and disbelief.
"Isn't this the insignia of the Night Clan from Calonia?" someone cried out.
The crowd's hearts grew heavy. What had happened, and who had killed the Night Clan members? They all shivered and began to disperse. None of them wanted to get involved in this.
