"Octopus Ghost" Hawkins stood atop the highest lighthouse of the dock, overlooking the entire "White Whale Port." Although he hadn't acted from start to finish, strangely, his presence was still enveloped in a thick, suffocating stench of blood.
Standing silently like a statue, he waited until the cries and screams in the city slowly faded away before turning to inquire of Heimer, who stood beside him:
"How did things go?"
His tone was calm, as if he hadn't just witnessed a city-wide massacre but merely an ordinary play.
"Lord Hawkins, after our direct forces blocked all roads out of the city, apart from a squad of Iron Wall Knights from the Church breaking through to escort a group of clergy and civilians out, there's no one left alive in this city!"
