Meanwhile, on the other side.
Deep within the Ashfell clan's territory in Purple River City, inside a grand, resplendent hall.
The patriarch of the Ashfell family sat on a wooden chair, his luxurious robe draping over him like flowing gold. His expression was dark, his lips sealed, as his piercing gaze swept over the many high-ranking members of the Ashfell clan gathered before him.
Moments ago, the devastating news of their defeat at Nezier Town had arrived, carried by the remnants of their vassal forces who managed to flee.
Now, chaos gripped Purple River City—and the Ashfell clan itself.
Mass migrations had already begun within the city. Amid the turmoil, rogue martial artists plundered and burned indiscriminately, while thieves took full advantage of the disorder to loot at will.
The Ashfell clan had lost control over Purple River City.