Lambert's cloak was lifted by the wind, ashes covered his visor, and he lowered his voice: "Finish up, leave a few alive, clean up the rest."
The Red Tide Knight Order launched a bloody suppression operation.
Nearing dawn, a sliver of white appeared on the horizon, and the knight order stationed outside the city and the logistics team gradually arrived.
The crowd stopped amidst the ruins, the air filled with the stench of char and grease, so pungent it made one nauseous.
They looked at the scene before them: the scorched courtyard, toppled statues, metal twisted by fireworks, blood-soaked snow, the entire manor seemingly consumed by the fires of hell.
Young soldiers gulped, their voices trembling: "What... what happened here?"
The Red Tide Knights were at that moment using long spears to meticulously raise the remains, with the occasional dying shriek of a barbarian quickly silenced with a coup de grâce.
