Tirra's voice rang in his mind.
'Boss, the mage was killed by Tyr after Deathwood Guardian weakened him!'
Isaac relaxed a little at that.
Their team was winning.
Still, he didn't lower his guard. He was short on time.
As Isaac and Selene climbed out of the basement, the sight that greeted them was a battlefield.
The entire warehouse and the surrounding structures were crushed into rubble. Deep craters littered the ground, and the air shimmered from the lingering heat.
The late Champion rank mage's attacks, combined with Tyr manipulating the flames, had burned away almost all the corpses.
Only ashes and blackened stones remained.
In the center of the devastation stood Godric.
He was barely recognizable now.
His clothes were torn to rags.
His body was covered in bleeding cuts, bruises, and burns.
One of his eyes had exploded, leaving a sunken mess on his face.
Yet, he hadn't fallen.
Somehow, through sheer willpower, Godric remained standing.
