The commercial city was once the most prestigious and invaluable location in the royal city.
It is a place where bustling transactions and lively business activities flourish.
However, it has now become a desolate and silent dead land.
Beneath the vast sky, metal shavings drifted leisurely.
The thick, gray smoke and dust shattered, layer upon layer, turning into a dense fog.
With a slight breeze, it tumbled and fluttered across the earth.
The thick, dark clouds that once shrouded the sky have now vanished without a trace.
The twinkling of the stars disappeared into the endless darkness.
The bright moon hung alone in the dark night sky.
It quietly cast its soft moonlight, illuminating the devastated earth.
The surrounding buildings have turned to dust, leaving only a desolate silence that wanders aimlessly across the barren land.
This once bustling, flat land now seems to be immersed in post-disaster silence and desolation.
All life and vitality have been erased.
In more remote areas, the towering buildings still retain only half of their original shapes.
It swayed constantly in the howling wind, and the loose gravel trembled gently.
Only a single golden, broken wall stands silently on the earth.
The candlelight of yesteryear has been replaced by moonlight, which shines silently through the dilapidated dome onto the abandoned meeting hall.
The nobles slowly opened their eyes, their trembling fingers gripping the armrests or backrests of their chairs.
They cautiously peeked out from behind their seats.
All the nobles present had eyes filled with doubt about their survival and a shocking fear.
"No...that's all?"
They stared wide-eyed, looking around helplessly.
My gaze passed through the huge opening in the golden wall, across the dilapidated hall, and fixed on the outside world that had been razed to the ground.
Everything on the land, except for the dust whipped up by the wind, had vanished.
Those once bustling streets and vibrant shops have all vanished without a trace.
The towering ruins left no trace on this land.
Only the dust whipped up by the wind danced in the air, flying everywhere.
All the buildings that once stood in this commercial city seemed to have been completely wiped off the earth by a giant hand.
The faint silver moonlight replaced the flickering candlelight, and the golden walls appeared particularly dim in the light.
The only relatively intact building was the auction hall, which had just been demolished into ruins by those demi-humans.
This is the commercial city, the most valuable place in the royal city!
If all the buildings have to be rebuilt.
How much money would that cost?!
Having just survived the disaster, the noble lords' eyes were once again filled with that irresistible sense of powerlessness.
They slumped into their chairs, their minds filled with frantic calculations about the financial loss.
Since reconstruction was necessary, the lords present naturally had to share the burden.
Despite their best efforts to prevent it, Viktor still managed to blow them all up in the end.
What? Compensation?
Although every noble present knew that the explosion was caused by Victor.
But after witnessing Viktor's terrifying magic, what nobleman would be foolish enough to seek compensation from Viktor?
The chaotic magical fluctuations overturned the earth, and the deep soil and rubble were all swallowed by the light.
A wave of scorching heat swept across the magnificent golden hall, and the shattered walls appeared even more unstable amidst the violent shaking.
The magical energy surged high into the sky, accompanied by a deep, furious roar that pierced the cloud-covered heavens.
A towering, clear blue wave, tens of meters high, surged towards the auction venue and its surroundings like a raging flood.
The towering black steel towers, like a forest or a sea, rose from the ground, resembling a quiet, dark forest.
In an instant, the dark forest was illuminated by a bright blue light, as if briefly lit by moonlight, sparkling and shimmering.
The towering tower, which seemed to pierce the dark clouds, was completely swallowed up by the surging waves.
Everyone present seemed to have been struck a heavy blow after witnessing this terrifying magic.
Their thoughts completely stopped, their eyes were empty, and their brains seemed to have been shaken into a blank state.
That was absolutely a disaster.
Just recalling the magic that had occurred before was enough to make everyone present tremble and fill their hearts with deep fear.
At that moment, Victor stood calmly on the cracked earth.
The trench coat behind him swayed gently in the wind, and dust tried to cling to it, but was blocked by a faint magical barrier.
In front of him, the two once imposing orange tiger-men lay motionless on the ground.
Its fur had turned a charred black, a truly pitiful sight.
The nobles also noticed the tiger-man, stood up, and hurriedly pointed at him, saying:
"You...you all look..."
"Those two tiger-men are lying on the ground..."
The two charred tiger-men lay stiffly on the ground, their bodies covered in burns that seemed to have rendered them unconscious.
Seeing these two arrogant tiger-men defeated so easily, the tense nerves of everyone in the arena finally relaxed a little.
At least, they survived this demi-human uprising, thanks to Viktor.
August also peered out from the second floor, his gaze blankly sweeping over the destroyed surroundings.
The young king was clearly also deeply shaken.
"This...is...a mage?"
His voice trembled with barely concealed shock.
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