Amid the ruins of the house, Zhao Si lay on rubble, stones, and splintered wood. Fortunately, no wooden splinter had pierced his back. A death that unlucky was not in store for him yet.
The Gelmir God-Devouring Serpent rampaged outside to its heart's content. The rumbling never stopped; it was probably already assaulting Volcano Manor. More and more lava flooded part of Prison Town like a rising tide.
Enduring the pain of his injuries, Zhao Si crawled out of the wreckage and over to the broken edge of the house. Looking at the hell on earth before him, he sighed softly.
Judging by the situation, the mission could probably be considered a complete success. The damage to Rykard's territory was considerable. This lesson ought to qualify as unforgettable. This was what happened when you angered the Two Fingers.
But it proved the old saying true: when gods fought, mortals suffered.
The residents of Prison Town had truly suffered an undeserved disaster. They had simply been going about their lives as usual when the ground suddenly shook and rumbling came from the volcano. Then lava began erupting and spreading, followed by a serpent bursting out of it, so enormous it seemed capable of touching the sky.
The God-Devouring Serpent crashed and swept about like mad, tearing the peaceful town to pieces. It was every bit as devastating as a natural disaster, if not worse.
This was not justice.
From the moment Zhao Si joined Roundtable Hold and took his first mission to clear out Sick Village, what he did had never been just.
He was no hero.
A hero would not do this, and Zhao Si had nothing to do with heroes. No sword monument would ever record his deeds.
But so what? Not everyone could live as brilliantly as the