Damon teleported to Skyfall City without wasting a second. The city stretched beneath him like a masterpiece, crystalline towers catching the fading sunlight, shimmering walkways suspended between spires, rivers of blue mana flowing through the streets like veins of light. It was serene, radiant, majestic.
"Perfect. Let's ruin it." Damon smiled lazily from atop the floating spire he had just landed on. He flicked his wrist.
A wave of poisonous miasma surged outward instantly, rolling across the nearest district like a silent tsunami of death. The streets below dissolved into chaos. NPC guards collapsed mid-sprint, choking on air, their health bars vaporizing before they even processed the danger.
[Ding! You have slaughtered Skyfall City Guards x72.]
