Solomon rested his greatsword against his collarbone and kicked a piece of the shattered throne across the floor. He looked around the exposed temple and clicked his tongue in obvious disappointment as the chunks of rock rained down upon the remaining disciples.
"Is this seriously your forward operating base?" Solomon asked, gesturing toward the crumbling statues and cheap stonework. "The architecture here is terrible. You guys do not even have proper support beams holding the ceiling up. Are you struggling with your funding? I genuinely expected a major dark guild to possess a better interior decorator."
He stepped over a pile of rubble and pointed at the masked leader pulling himself out of the wreckage. "What exactly did you do with all those silver coins from the underground arena? You definitely did not spend the profits on construction materials. Buying decent lighting should have been your top priority."
