The smoking crater where the Steele Family territory had once stood was a scene of utter, bewildered desolation. Lord Ingranad, his colossal form radiating waves of suppressed fury, stared at the empty space. His eight Archdemon lieutenants, their demonic might momentarily useless, mirrored his stunned silence.
"Gone?" the corrupted Gideon Thorne rasped, his voice like grinding magma. "The entire fortress… vanished?"
"Impossible," the spectral Rahel Klinghoffer whispered, shadows coalescing and dissipating around her in agitation. "Such large-scale spatial transference… the energy required… the precision…"
Martial King Patrick, his demonic plate armor still dented from his earlier skirmishes, simply roared in frustration, slamming a massive fist into the scorched earth. "Cowards! They fled like rats!"
