The once-proud buildings of the old noble district had been reduced to massive piles of rubble. Scattered among the debris lay the mutilated corpses of Golden Skull members—some missing limbs, others with gaping holes in their chests.
The scene was nothing short of gruesome, as if a monstrous force had rampaged through the district, slaughtering everything in its path with brutal, inhumane efficiency.
Yet, despite the carnage, no one felt the slightest sympathy for the dead. These men belonged to the most heinous criminal organization on the continent. They had met the fate they deserved.
Emperor Philip, King Richard, Daniel, and Tristan sheathed their swords and slowly approached Aisha. She stood in the midst of the bodies, her chest rising and falling heavily, her entire figure drenched in blood.
'She killed them all…'
Emperor Philip could hardly believe what he was seeing. He had expected Aisha to be strong—but this? This was beyond his imagination.
