The Bloodthirsty explosion triggered a heavy firelight, easily shattering the windows along the way. Flames surged into the Fortress of the Morning Wind, burning the carpet and curtains together, ancient paintings turning to ashes in the fire.
Strong winds rushed through the wind channel behind the walls, dense whistling overlapping together, like a grand symphony. In this passionate and winding tune, the ancient castle endured the test of history.
Vasilina and Aimou held each other, lowering their bodies, relying on the fallen long table behind them as cover. Fragments from the explosion were nailed into the thick tabletop.
After the hot flow of fire, Aimou helped Vasilina stand up. At this moment, both of them were covered in a layer of ash, looking dirty and messy.
