The survivors of the Kane lineage were far less fortunate. Most of them lay buried beneath the collapsed remains of their once-luxurious estate. The ground was still trembling faintly as scattered stones settled, and when the unconscious finally stirred back to awareness, confusion flashed across their faces, followed swiftly by horror.
This place was no longer a refined country manor.
It looked like the aftermath of a bombing run—scorched, shattered, and reduced to twisted heaps of rubble.
“Grandpa, what happened here?” Natalie Pierce asked urgently, scanning the chaos with rising dread.
There was no sign of Issac Monroe anywhere.
Thomas Pierce rubbed his aching temples, trying to make sense of his fragmented memory. “We… we heard something about the Draknhold Bastion, and then every
