It Was A Success

Marcus, Adelaide, and Meihua raced toward the royal estate, their footsteps pounding against cobblestones already slick with blood. The path before them told a grim story—bodies of royal knights and black-cloaked attackers lay strewn across the ground like discarded puppets, their final expressions frozen in eternal combat.

Marcus's trained eye surveyed the carnage as they ran. The aftermath of the chairman's battle was evident in the structural damage that surrounded them—collapsed walls, cratered streets, and scorch marks. He wondered briefly who had emerged victorious from that titanic clash, but quickly pushed the thought aside. There would be time for such questions later; right now, finding Ambrose took priority above all else.