Massive explosions rang out one after another behind them. Scorching shockwaves, mixed with debris, burst from the warehouse entrance, painting the night sky a flickering orange-red.
Within seconds, the entire warehouse had turned into a roiling sea of flames, swallowing every living thing inside.
The shackles on Abigail's hands had already been removed, and she had been given a bottle of antidote Potion. Strength was slowly returning to her body.
She barely managed to steady herself against a tree, her face pale as she stared at the golden-red blaze for a long time, unable to look away.
Meanwhile, the Acolytes were withdrawing one after another, taking Liana with them, along with documents, instruments, potions, and other materials found elsewhere.
Beneath the abandoned factory, they had also discovered three whole floors of secret laboratories. The Acolytes stormed inside and slaughtered everyone within with overwhelming force, rescuing a dozen or so people.
Abigail even saw a familiar face among them—
He was one of the Scourers' core members, fiercely loyal to the former leader, Thorne. He had been deeply dissatisfied with Brolin's seizure of power and had made several extreme remarks within the organization.
Then one day, he suddenly vanished. The organization claimed that Brolin had sent him to Africa on a secret mission, which was really no different from exile to the frontier.
She had never expected that this place was the so-called "Africa."
No one knew how much torment that once-powerful Scourer had endured here. He had become skin and bones, unable even to walk on his own.
He had once been a steadfast, fearless warrior, but now there was not the slightest hatred for wizards in his eyes—only terror, and gratitude at finally being rescued.
When he saw the moon overhead, the six-foot-three man even covered his face and