By dawn, word of the Dragon and Tiger Hall and the Connors' annihilation had ripped through Herbshire, rocking the city to its core.
An event this seismic couldn't stay hidden—not when both were dominant forces in Herbshire, notorious names every citizen knew by heart.
They'd ruined countless lives, so when the news broke, the streets hummed with relentless chatter. No tears were shed for these predators; most cheered their downfall with vicious glee.
Let’s be clear—the Dragon and Tiger Hall and the Connors had been untouchable, ranking among Herbshire's most feared powers. Their rule thrived on bloodshed, leaving behind not a single act of decency.
These weren’t just factions—they were wolves who’d preyed on Herbshire for years. Now that both lay in ruins, the city celebrated like a d
