The streets surrounding the Auction House resembled a battlefield, strewn with debris and scorched remnants of recent conflict.
Vora moved through the thick, acrid smoke like a blade slicing through water, her bronze eyes piercing the chaos with relentless focus as Eidolon agents flanked her, their presence a deadly shadow. The Church had descended in overwhelming force, not only reanimated lich's undead minions, their rotting flesh reanimated by dark magic, but also live soldiers, fanatic and ruthless, with twisted sigils burned into their flesh in arcane symbols. Some bore the formidable S-rank designation, while others carried the even more feared SS-rank, each determined to claim the core at any cost.
