On the shattered mountaintop of Milesridge Manor, while the dust from distant tremors still drifted in the air, Robert “Bobby” Kane’s face darkened into a cold scowl.
“What on earth is happening down there?”
His voice, deep and powerful, cut through the tense silence around the surviving elites.
A Hall Master staggered forward, complexion pale, hands almost trembling.
“Sir… at the foot of the mountain… countless people are approaching.”
Robert Kane snorted.
“So what? We have over twenty thousand elite fighters stationed here, and eighteen Grandmasters standing with us.”
His voice dripped with arrogance.
“No matter how many come, they can’t shake this mountain.”
But just as the last word left his mouth—
A thunderous roar erupted from the foot of the mountain, shaking heaven and ea
