The desert wind swept through the damaged street, carrying grains of sand across the shattered stone. Bahamut remained still for several seconds. The cracked wall before him slowly crumbled further, pieces falling around the spear of compressed earth mana embedded deep within it. Even now, the projectile radiated faint pressure.
That was a killing blow. Clean, efficient, and professional. Bahamut reached out and gripped the hardened construct.
CRACK!
The spear shattered in his hand. Dust and fragments scattered between his fingers as the faint killing intent lingering on them disappeared completely.
"Interesting."
His lips slowly curled upward beneath the blindfold out of excitement. He turned and began walking back calmly as civilians cautiously peeked out from hiding places. Some stared at the destroyed wall, others stared at Bahamut himself.
Whispers spread quickly.
"Was it a beast?"
"No… no beast entered the town…"
"Then what caused that?"
