Everyone stared at the aftermath of the tornado’s explosion, stunned by the scale of devastation, the battlefield was littered with mangled corpses, with blood mist still hanging in the air.
Yet, despite the overwhelming destruction, a handful of goblins had somehow survived, either by sheer luck or by collapsing low enough to avoid the worst of the blast.
Those still clinging to life bore grievous wounds, their bodies trembling as they struggled against the pull of death.
“Why don’t you take care of the stragglers? Your clan has the least merits so far, and with your assassins’ skills, this will be simple enough,” Alec said casually to Maria, his tone making it sound more like an afterthought than a request.
He was, in truth, pushing the task onto her, even if it seemed like he was
