It didn't take long for Logan to arrive at the Smith Villa. But the moment he entered its vicinity, his expression twisted.
"What… happened here?" he whispered, his voice low and strained. The others behind him exchanged uneasy glances.
Logan dismounted in a single motion. The rest followed without a word. What lay before them was hard to accept. The aftermath of a brutal battle. The ground was riddled with cracks, as if it had been torn apart by an immense force. Stones lay scattered in all directions. The once-pristine walls of the villa were shattered, reduced to fragments.
And worst of all…
There was no movement. No voices. No presence of life. Logan's fists clenched tightly. Slowly… the air around him began to distort, heat rippling outward as his aura surged uncontrollably.
