Beginning of the end III

The city was littered with wounded guardians, bodies, and the wreckage of ships. Red, black, and brown were the new colors of what was once a spirited city, which had become the stage of a devastating war.

The air, which would normally be vibrant with the sound of work, trade, and craftsmanship, was now glowing red with fire and thick with smoke, ash, and embers. Hell had descended upon this area.

Several powerful figures in the world headed for Itholan after hearing the news of the Dark Lord battling the guardians in Thusian's capital. Almost all the prominent families and powerful people had spies within the Guardian Guild. So it wasn't very hard to get a whiff of this news. Michael noticed these strange figures on the horizon but completely ignored them. He knew they were here to spectate. It was fine with Michael. The more people watched the slaughter, the more badass points he would receive.