Amidst the ruins of the burning embers and the ground littered with corpses, York clenched the Thorny Pain Lock tightly, gasping for breath as the horrific burns on his body healed visibly.
This morning's surprise attack indeed killed many, but York, relying on the Blood of the Night Race, revived once more.
York hasn't been a field staff for long. He hasn't even recognized the full number of people in the so-called Special Operations Group. To the mysterious Order Bureau, York has no sense of belonging, let alone fighting for the Order Bureau.
But Gray Stone Town is different.
York has spent most of his life here. Even without any personal gain, his heart still belongs to this land; he loves it deeply.
The familiar homeland turned to scorched earth.
York shouted uncontrollably, the Thorny Pain Lock was heavily wrapped around him, embedding into his flesh, the chain laden with spikes swept like thousands of blades, slashing and chopping anything that came near into pieces.
