The battles on both ends were in full swing.
Gio's party members had a relative advantage over their opponents. Gio wasn't in quite the same position.
Silver waves. They were just like the ones he remembered. The past overlapped with the present in his mind.
He remembered the Atmos Clan's Estate in its most beautiful state, and he remembered what it looked like by the time the Draconians left.
BOOOOOOOM!
Silver waves ripped through the main mansion, turning the fleeing servants and maids into blood mist.
The waves were as tall as the house itself. From the outside, they looked like a tsunami of silver. However, it was more than that.
If one was in its path, the last sight before death was not a uniform wave of silver. Instead, it was an army.
The waves were merely a vehicle. Within those waves, she contained countless spirits of death and destruction that ate hearts and souls.
