"I guess they wouldn't be able to form a faction if they weren't at least this strong..." Damian sighed in irritation.
He had poured a significant amount of power behind that [Flame Tempest] spell, yet the faction still had individuals powerful enough to endure it.
"Well, no biggie..."
Damian shrugged as he sensed movement among the debris and detected numerous presences closing in on his location from different directions.
Damian turned his gaze back to the debris below, sensing the presence of those who had survived the [Flame Tempest] spell.
As figures emerged from the wreckage, their bodies bore severe burn wounds and scars from the devastating attack.
More than fifty people had survived, while around two hundred had perished.
Yet, Damian could sense even more approaching from all directions, only to meet the same fate.