The thick dust cloud finally settled over the rubble. The grand cathedral was effectively gone, reduced to a crater of shattered stone, splintered pews, and ruined history.
Now it patched the overall aesthetic of the outside world of Eden.
Vlad jogged across the broken floorboards, having just dragged the unconscious bodies of Miro and Zoro safely behind a relatively intact wall near the rear exit. He stopped next to Solomon and brushed a layer of white dust from his ruined uniform.
"Have you ever actually heard of the concept of holding back?" Vlad asked, eyeing the massive trench carved through the center of the building.
Solomon leaned his weight against the greatsword, keeping his left hand clamped tightly around the hilt. "I did hold back. If I didn't, we would currently be digging ourselves out of a much deeper grave."
