From MC's Perspective
I continued to stand near the guard rail. I didn't have any problems for the time being. Unless someone came to the hotel to find me, I could safely stand here.
...
Meanwhile,
The two Gold Mark Warriors were dead. Dark purple lightning had taken their lives by scorching their internal organs.
Their bodies lay limp on the ground, looking charred and dark. It didn't take long for someone to appear on the narrow road.
It was an old man who worked at a nearby shop. He usually came to the empty alley to meet with his friends.
He arrived as usual today. As he walked further into the road, his nose twitched. He smelled something bad.
"Is there a house on fire?" he asked himself.
The old man started looking at the surroundings. His gaze then fell on two charred corpses.
His heart jolted awake the next second. Horror was written all over the old man's face. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing.
