When Bradley saw the village blocking his path, there was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of mercy or contemplation. His expression was carved from cold conviction.
Without a word, he raised his hand — and the army of light forged from his own soul surged forward like a tidal wave of annihilation.
In less than ten seconds, the settlement was gone.
The soldiers tore through the village with mechanical precision, blades cutting through flesh and stone alike. Screams echoed for only a heartbeat before they vanished into silence. When the light faded, nothing remained — no survivors, no resistance, not even the faint hum of life.
Zero casualties. Complete destruction.
Bradley surveyed the carnage impassively. To him, this was not cruelty. It was efficiency.
