The dull rumbling lasted for several breaths before slowly dissipating.
The Duke withdrew his right hand, and the giant hand of four colors turned into a myriad of sand particles, flowing back into his sleeve.
He stood still, calmly observing the ruins before him.
The church was no more, replaced by a giant palm-shaped pit, where fragments of obsidian at the bottom glimmered with the faintly trembling dark red fabric pieces in the wind.
The players gathered around the edge of the pit, silent as none spoke.
The Duke turned around and instructed Robert to clean up the battlefield, then stepped over the rubble towards the main hall.
...
A week later.
The smoke at Furnace Castle had dissipated.
This core city of the Rising Sun District, managed by the Fire Sect for hundreds of years, now had the sun insignia flags of the Light Sect fluttering on each tower's flagpole.
