Chasing Light City, Chasing Light Building.
In the dead of night, when the City Defense Corps should have been at rest, it was lit up brightly, with both the commander and deputy commander, along with other members, all on high alert.
Even in the meeting hall, City Lord Diroya wasn't at rest. He sat there, his fingers rhythmically tapping the table, clearly showing signs of anxiety.
Just as City Lord Diroya was about to stand up, the doors to the meeting room were pushed open, and a young member of the Half-Scale Race walked in quickly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. The young man, only possessing the strength of a High Tier Martial Artist level, nearly buckled under their invisible pressure.
"What's the situation over at Red Moon Commerce?" a commander from the City Defense Corps loudly questioned.
"The results are in," the young Half-Scale Race member quickly replied. "Red Moon Commerce has been destroyed, and no one inside survived."
