Each orb detonated in sequence, cascading destruction across the landscape. Firestorms erupted, swallowing everything in sight.
Jorghan watched it all—expressionless.
His crimson aura shimmered faintly around him, protecting him from the heat and shockwaves that would have turned lesser beings to dust. His wings folded slightly, a quiet hum vibrating through the air.
In the chaos below, Caden escaped beyond the city's outer wall, his heart heavy with hate. Behind him, the duchy that had been his home was reduced to a burning graveyard.
"One day, Jorghan…" he whispered, his voice trembling as he looked back, "I'll make you regret everything."
Far above, Jorghan's eyes followed the fleeing survivors, and he was aware of Caden and his mother running away. He didn't kill them, not yet, he thought. If he is foolish enough to come after him, then he will meet his end.
Then his gaze lingered on a particular ship hovering near the outskirts.
