At the entrance to the ruins, figures were scattered chaotically across the shallows.
Survivors from the various factions sat or stood, their faces etched with lingering shock and confusion. Their long robes were torn and stained with blood.
The seawater lapped against the reefs, and a salty, damp wind carrying the stench of blood drifted slowly through the crowd.
Ian landed in the shadows at the edge of the shallows, his gray Long Robe stained with water, looking no different from the other disheveled Wizards.
He slowly straightened up, his calm gaze sweeping across the area.
"Ian!"
Herman's shout came from the left.
The Crystalized Wizard's gray robes were tattered, and a makeshift bandage was wrapped around his chest. His face was pale, but held a look of relief.
Two men followed behind him, both Liquidation Wizards from Shadow Moon Tower. One had an arm seeping blood; the other wore a black cloth over his left eye.
"You… I knew you'd be okay!"
