Screams tore through the casino as patrons scrambled in blind panic. Dealers abandoned their tables. Chips scattered across polished floors as gamblers shoved and collided in desperate attempts to flee. Security alarms blared in jagged, overlapping wails, while emergency lights flickered to life, painting the entire floor in violent flashes of crimson.
People screamed in panic, their voices rising in sharp, chaotic waves. It was only natural; they believed something catastrophic had struck. After all, who would dare unleash trouble in a place that stood under the Broker King's protection?
Inside the ruined office, dust and glittering debris drifted slowly through the air like falling snow. Fragments of shattered crystal and gold trim glimmered as they settled across the wreckage.
Yet at the very center of the devastation, the desk and the space surrounding Lucas and his companions remained perfectly intact, as though an invisible barrier had shielded them from the destruction.
