The Blightroot estate's grand hall was a blood-soaked ruin, its gilded chandeliers swaying, marble floor slick with crimson pools.
The 7th Division, battered and burned, had slain the Iron Brotherhood's fire spirit dog, its flames fading into ash after devouring ten members—their bodies charred, limbs torn, screams silenced in molten agony.
Rakel Voss, chest heaving, blood dripping from burns across his arms, scanned the chaos.
'It will take him about a day before he can summon that dog once more. Now we have to worry about the second.' From the beginning, the second man hadn't moved.
'We're spent.' They were already out of energy in the first place; this fight was only exhausting them all the more. Some of them had burn marks all around their bodies.
'The fact that Jin still hasn't come means he is facing another enemy. Could it be another 7th star?' He wondered how Baines alone was faring against the enemy.
