BOOM.
Another explosion.
Ryan didn't flinch anymore. He was used to them.
But what he wasn't used to was the direction it came from.
That explosion sounded close, maybe two streets over.
Smoke rose above the rooftops—black, thick, spreading fast.
Now it's not just the arena. Nowhere in this city is safe.
"We need to move quicker," the guard said, pulling Ryan forward.
BOOM.
The guard's jaw tightened. "Sounds like the attack is spreading across the city."
Why? Why have they committed such a crime? Why didn't these bastards target soldiers? Why target innocent women and children?
Ryan's hands clenched by his sides.
Navius.
He was speaking with that elf. The elf that threw those bombs.
Ryan began to incessantly chant the same few words Navius spoke to the elf only hours ago. 'Fire, Dead, All of them.' 'Fire, Dead, All of them.' Fire. Dead. All of them.
