Bab 57: The Grandmasters Are Here

The aftermath of the battle left the city in a state of ruin that was difficult to comprehend. Once bustling streets were now littered with debris, the remnants of buildings that had stood for generations.

Historic structures that had been symbols of the city's heritage lay in partial collapse, their facades crumbled, exposing the interiors like open wounds.

Marketplaces that had been alive with the chatter of vendors and the laughter of children were now silent, save for the occasional creak and thud of settling rubble.

The tiger man lay sprawled across the ground, his once fearsome form now still in defeat. As the dust settled around him, the potent energy that had fueled his transformation began to wane, signaling the end of his fearsome guise.