"To go up against an upper A-ranked warrior and still win... You're really something, Clark Thompson."
A dark figure carefully picked up a charred body, whose legs and arms were almost nonexistent, and calmly walked out of the destroyed vicinity.
A few minutes passed, and six figures clothed in dark attire ran toward the scene with urgency in their movements.
"What happened here?!" one of them asked.
"I don't know, we came here at the same time!" the other replied exasperatedly, as he inspected the destroyed grounds.
"Did S-ranks fight here?" a female voice rang out.
"Maybe? The damage is too devastating to be anything less than that," another answered.
A low voice spoke, "I know who's responsible for this."
All of the individuals' backs straightened as they heard the voice, and they formed a path for him to pass through.
The man calmly walked through, crouched at a particular point in the extensive damage site, and swiped his hand against the wet soil.
