He didn't bother to ask one by one.
There was no need.
If the inn was destroyed, everything would be resolved.
"Destroy!"
Valerius clenched his palm.
Golden flames erupted instantly, spreading across Fortune's Arrival Inn like a divine sun descending to the mortal world. The fire carried not warmth, but annihilation. Space trembled, formations shattered, and fate itself seemed to recoil.
In the blink of an eye, everyone inside the inn—humans, demons, wandering beasts—died in their sleep.
Their deaths were identical.
Limbs exploded.
Heads burst apart.
Blood, flesh, and shattered souls were erased by absolute power before pain could even form.
The inn collapsed inward, half of its structure reduced to twisted ruins and molten stone.
Valerius laughed softly.
Satisfied.
Then he turned and left, his golden figure fading into the night sky.
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