A man picked his way through the mountain of rubble, treading along the fallen stones.
The man's body was a mess, his bare torso was riddled with countless bleeding gashes and deep, jagged wounds, yet he surveyed the wreckage with an impassive expression.
His once regal golden hair was now a matted, tangled mess, but his piercing blue eyes remained perfectly clear.
It was Cassian Von Valenheart, the emperor of the Northern continent, walking amongst the ruins of the royal castle.
Three days passed since the incident, and only now did the emperor return, appearing in such a broken state that no one would recognise him.
"Haa..." He let out a small sigh, rubbing his forehead, then gave a casual flick with his wrists.
Thup
The remains of a man hit the dust beside him, it was a gruesome sight, only an upper torso and the legs completely missing, the hair, however, was familiar, a metallic grey colour.
