As the enemy guilds continued to break the ice wall, they finally reached to a point with just a thin amount left.
"I'll take it from here."
A slightly bulky man who was watching from the back gestured at everyone to stop their attacks, moving himself closer to the ice wall.
"Yes, Executive Timor."
The others stepped aside as the man named Timor, a Rank 3 Executive from the Fanged Legion Guild, stood before the ice wall.
"Hmm... Get ready to kill the ones behind this wall!", he shouted as a brown light gathered on his fist, which he raised above his head and swung it crashing into the wall.
Boom!!
The Ice wall shattered away from his punch, raising a cloud of mist which flew around to cover their sight.
"Go! Don't leave any one of them alive!!"
His voice echoed through the tunnel, reaching both the other side of the now broken wall, and the wall behind them where a pair of red eyes shone in a dangerous light.
'I too.... won't leave anyone alive.'
