Erik's grin widened as he watched the chaotic scene below. The blackguards were fleeing the city in sheer panic.
At the northern gate, chaos reigned. The streets close to it were littered with bodies, blood, and the remnants of what could only be described as a dreadful battle.
Of course, not on the sa scale as the one that took place when the Thaid horde attacked New Alexandria years ago, but it was still big.
The citizens and the rebels, emboldened by their victory, continued to harass the retreating soldiers.
From his perch on top of June, Erik felt a surge of satisfaction. Finally, he was starting to really get back at the blackguards for what they did. To him, to his father, and to the world. Sure, he had destroyed the Crystal Cross Gang; he killed Shade, but he never openly fought against them. He never made the blackguards suffer.
To help the rebels settle up didn't count, neither it did infiltrating the organization.
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