The grand bar, once brimming with laughter, music, and drunken chatter, was reduced to utter bedlam. The shout of "Blood Demon!" had torn through the crowd like wildfire, and now the patrons scrambled in blind terror. Men shoved women without shame, throwing aside the old and the weak, clawing over one another like rats fleeing a sinking ship. The courtesy of "ladies first" evaporated instantly—survival was all that mattered. Tables toppled, glass shattered, and screams rose above the music that still played, absurdly unfitting against the chaos.
Then, the ground shook. A deep, guttural rumble, followed by a thunderous crack!
From the corridor leading to the bar owner's office, the wall erupted outward in a storm of blood and stone. Thick, jagged spikes of crimson burst through the floor and ceiling, tearing the building apart as if it were made of parchment. Several unlucky patrons were skewered where they stood, their shrieks cut short in gory finality.
