Zooming out from the building that was currently under attack, bullets rained against it, each one carrying a force more lethal than missiles, striking one after another without pause.
Clusters upon clusters of buildings stretched around it. They were shabbier in appearance than those of a modern world, yet they carried a distinctive backward beauty. More importantly, they were sturdier than the fragile towers of a city, built thick with stone, huddled together between patches of greenery, fountains, and scattered nature.
At the sound of bombardment, the residents began to pour out. They were members of the Drevane family, or those directly tied to them. Women and men, young and old, all stepped forward in alarm.
From their appearance and the formidable aura surrounding them, it was clear that most had touched Essence.
