Flipping the Table

A thunderous boom rang out, and a terrifying shockwave spread in all directions.

Sand and dust were swept up from the ground, creating a terrifying spectacle.

Liliya, below the steps, let out a scream. Clutching her head, she was knocked over by the fierce wind like a rolling gourd and sent tumbling several meters away.

Crackle.

Bits of shattered stone rained down, stinging her painfully.

When she shakily climbed back up, brushed the hair from her face, and looked up, her mouth fell slightly open and her eyes widened.

At the top of the steps, that upright figure still stood there, his right hand resting on a metal cane as he faced the now-gaping doorway.

The double stone doors, originally half a meter thick and five meters tall, had been forcibly kicked open with an irregular hole a meter across.

Stone fragments and powder still trickled from the edges of the opening, rustling softly as they fell.

The exquisite patterns and relief carvings on the stone doors had been utterly ruined. The full moon surrounded by countless stars now had only half remaining, while most of the innumerable dancing figures were broken beyond recognition.

"Mr. Gilan... kicked open that stone gate with one kick?!"

Liliya covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief.

Ever since receiving the rules of the killing game described by the vision of the tall-hatted strange man, she had held a deep sense of awe toward the Spiral High Tower at the center of this city cluster.

It was clearly a miracle beyond all reason.

Something that did not belong to the mortal world.

Yet now, its gate had been kicked to pieces by the young man traveling alongside her...

Liliya was not the only one.

The members of all six factions watching the live broadcast