Chapitre 935: Safe

Silrat felt his feet strike a floor.

Well, to be honest, it was hardly a floor at this point, given the amount of it missing everywhere the sight went, as though some creature had bitten generous chunks of it out.

Silrat took a deep breath, his eyes wide open and bloodshot.

He didn't speak for a while, and thus the song of silence persisted around him, only disrupted every now and then by the collapsing of small pieces of rubble from the torn ceiling overhead, which allowed one to see the destroyed roof.

The Bryne Family Mansion, prepared by Genhuis City for the Premium Age Royale... was uttered ruined.

In this night, it somehow managed to look even more tragic than in the light of day. Half of it was crushed, other parts of it burnt unevenly or indented. These were quite clearly signs of a terrible battle.

Silrat couldn't register all of this though, not for a long while.