Chapter 142 - SSS-rank
Logan’s eyes widened as the Treant walked through the city.
He clenched his hands tightly as he saw the collapsed buildings and huge craters everywhere in the road.
Wolves tore the remaining corpses in half, the streets already stained with blood from earlier attacks.
There weren’t any signs of life or structures anywhere he looked.
These weren’t just Alvarez pawns. Families lived here. Kids went to school. Mercenaries came in from nearby towns for work.
’All those people...’
He gritted his teeth, glancing down.
"Fuck..."
The Treant had just crushed a ruined car beneath its feet without pause. Beside it, a limp arm still dangled from a pile of rubble.
Logan’s throat tightened.
"This was never supposed to happen..." he muttered, clenching his jaw.
Even if this did huge damage to the Alvarez family, he still felt immensely guilty for the hundreds of people who lived here.