The armoured Greater Demon landed in the middle of the ruined street with a heavy thud.
Dust rose around his boots, but he did not move immediately.
His eyes swept across the destruction before him.
A large section of the road had sunk into the ground, while another part had been violently pushed upward. Broken slabs of stone stood at strange angles, and several deep cracks stretched toward the surrounding buildings.
The abandoned bathhouse was completely gone.
All that remained was a mountain of shattered walls, broken pillars, metal supports, and pieces of what had once been its roof.
Beneath the wreckage, the underground tunnels had been torn open and exposed to the surface.
The smell of blood, burnt flesh, smoke, and demonic energy filled the air.
Guards moved across the street while civilians cried out around them.
Some of the guards dragged wounded demons away from the unstable ground, while others entered the damaged buildings and searched for anyone trapped inside.
