Asqa's Call

Agatha stood at the edge of the towering building after Clyde left, her gaze sweeping over the ruined cityscape below. Fires still flickered in the distance, their glow casting jagged shadows across the crumbling streets. The echoes of battle had faded and leaving behind only the unsettling silence that usually don't happened in the ruined city.

This time, the sight before her was different.

Where she once expected to see struggling Players who desperately fighting for survival and monsters roaming unchecked, there was only stillness now. Clyde had passed through this place and in his wake nothing was left standing.

Bodies of twisted creatures lay strewn across the streets, their burned forms lay motionless. There were no signs of a desperate struggle because Clyde just slaughtered them in the blinkof an eye.

He didn't just fight the monsters but more precisely, he had erased them.