"Elenora!"
When our party's mage dropped her ice-blue eyes and reverted back to her normal self, there was a massive grin plastered across her face. There's zero need to ask any further; she was simply flexing the sheer power she unlocked during her purification trials for us.
"Alright, let's go smash up the joint!"
Toraman accelerated. He's fading into the distance accompanied by that distinct audio cue of a mob looting an art gallery or a swanky exhibition opening. It is what it is; today is officially going to be the very first day I vandalize public property.
I swore I heard someone screaming like our golden doors are covered in blood, Tayfur, but I cannot waste time on that right now. We stepped straight into the bar section directly connected to the kitchen door. The distinct smell of the gas I triggered by shattering the pipe is trailing right behind us too.
