That "fireworks show" lasted a full fifteen minutes before finally coming to a halt.
The inferno covered the entire grounds, burning in silence as it noiselessly devoured everything.
It seemed even more terrifying and suffocating than the violent explosions from before.
And that was indeed the case. The massive amount of dust produced by the burning had thoroughly polluted the air.
At a glance, it looked like a vast red-gray fog. Only in a few brighter spots could the leaping flames be seen.
For the Layton Family, this was far from a good omen.
"What are you going to do now?" Ku'er Ya had no particular issue with the air here. After all, Coleman was always doing "destructive" things. As one of his "guardians," Ku'er Ya had long grown used to the brat constantly causing trouble.
Besides, he would not be the one cleaning up the mess afterward, so Ku'er Ya naturally had no complaints.
If anything, he enjoyed watching those people run around in a frantic mess, overwhelmed and frazzled.
Especially the Layton Family's mid-level staff specifically responsible for cleanup.
Ku'er Ya had long been dissatisfied with that cold, elite group.
If they were not so difficult to kill, those people would have become exhibits by now.
The mummy kind.
Clicking his tongue, Ku'er Ya crushed out his cigarette butt. "And this fire isn't exactly good news for the Layton Family either. Aren't you going to deal with it?"
Perhaps the old master of the Layton Family would have cheerfully handled the aftermath for a junior he admired, but now...
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward the distant mountaintop.
The old man had already left, hadn't he? Such a huge commotion, yet he had not come out to join the excitement.
The old man was probably already...