Wang Jian, a phantom weaving through the chaos, led Cui Lan and the elders on a swift trek towards the heart of the settlement. The air hung thick with smoke and the panicked shrieks of fleeing demons. Buildings continued to erupt in flames, the unnatural light casting an eerie glow on their faces.
Most demons, consumed by primal fear, abandoned their belongings in their desperate escape. Treasures, weapons, even personal trinkets lay scattered amidst the burning ruins, a testament to the raw terror unleashed by the Sacred and Solar flames. Survival, it seemed, trumped all material possessions for these lunar-based beings.
Meanwhile, a different scene unfolded at the settlement's heart. Here, high-ranking Blue Moon Eclipse devils, their faces grim, converged upon a towering obsidian structure – the Central Treasury. The flames, though devastating, hadn't reached this central location yet.