Chapter 248 247: Shock and Rage
When the explosion resounded across the Emporium, Divine, Corey, and every other person thought that the explosion was the work of one of the manager's formations.
They all thought that the explosion was a result of an attack from one of the formations of the manager.
lightsΝοvεl ?οm But the manager, Calista, knew that was not the case.
Why would she ever place an explosive formation in her abode?
She had a lot of precious objects she regarded as her babies in her office, and she would not want even the slightest damage to appear on her babies.
None of her formations were meant to be explosive!
The only explanation was that the intruder had used explosives in her office.
The thought of the current condition of her babies and office worried her deeply.
She wished she could reach her office faster despite the fact that two seconds had not passed since she abruptly left the grand hall.
As she shuttled through space at a blistering speed, she quickly connected with her pet spider which was luckily still alive. Her pet spider transmitted what had transpired in her office, and the expression on her face was bone-chilling.
(Inside The Manager's Office)
The mirror inside Calista's office glowed, and complex runes shimmered on the wooden frame of the mirror.
Like a fish jumping out a pond, Calista came out from the mirror in a flash.
She looked around, and her expression froze.
The aftermath of the intense explosion in the Calista's office was a scene of controlled chaos. The once meticulously organized and opulent space lay in disarray, scattered remnants bearing witness to the destructive force that had torn through the sanctum of her authority.
The room, designed to exude an aura of power and wealth, now bore the scars of the explosion. The walls, adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of cosmic wonders, were singed and torn, the remnants fluttered in the aftermath of the blast. The ceiling, once a masterpiece of vaulted design, now bore cracks and fissures, a testament to the force that had shaken its very foundation.
Her grand desk, a symbol of control and authority, lay shattered, its imposing form reduced to a chaotic jumble of splintered wood and twisted metal. Papers that once held the secrets of trade and power now danced in the air, charred and fluttering amidst the remnants of the once-imposing furniture.
However, amidst the havoc, a distinct pattern emerged. The remnants of glowing formations, flickering and pulsating with a defiant luminescence, revealed a glimmer of hope amid the devastation. The protective defensive formations she had meticulously crafted, though breached, still glowed with an ethereal light, a testament to their valiant attempt to shield the remaining treasures within the office.
The remaining treasures, though showing signs of being on the brink of destruction, were surrounded by these flickering formations, creating a visible barrier of protection. The shimmering energies, pulsing and wavering, indicated the formations were still engaged in their protective duty, emanating a soft hum that echoed the resilience of the defensive spells.
The air itself crackled with residual energies, a remnant of the defensive barriers that had valiantly attempted to shield the treasures. Fragments of protective glyphs and runes, now scorched and smoldering, spoke of the mighty barriers that had been erected and, despite the breach, continued to fight to preserve what remained within their fading boundaries.
The scene, a juxtaposition of chaos and steadfast defense, bore testament to Calista's relentless efforts to safeguard her treasures, even in the face of the audacious intrusion that had violated the sanctity of her domain.
As the realization dawned upon Celista that an audacious intrusion had occurred within the sanctum of her office, her expression transformed from one of composed authority to a visage of controlled but palpable fury and incredulity.
Her countenance, usually an epitome of stoic command, shifted imperceptibly but powerfully. Her eyes, often bearing the weight of wisdom and assurance, now held a sharp glint, an unmistakable blaze of intense scrutiny.
They pierced through the unfolding chaos with a focus that spoke of an unyielding resolve, searing with a mix of outrage and disbelief at the audacity of the intrusion.
Celista's features, usually composed in an almost regal calm, contorted subtly, revealing the strain of maintaining a fa?ade of unwavering control. A tightening of her jawline bespoke the internal storm brewing within, the pressure of maintaining the delicate balance of authority now tested by this breach of her domain
Celista waved her hand, and the fiery flames which threatened to destroy her precious babies vanished.
'These flames could kill any tier 4 with ease.'
'And the explosion could cause serious injuries to a tier 5 if caught off guard.'
Celista furrowed her brows in contemplation, and her gaze landed on the tier 3 despair stricken man.
She only used a second to glance at the man, then she looked away with a pondering expression.
'This should be the work of another person, or a group of individuals.'
'But the question is who? And...'
'What was their goal?'
Celista glanced at the map of the underworld and her expression darkened.
The formation which showed a fake diagram of the map had been tampered with. Although, the tampering was subtle. Celista, who possessed a vast knowledge when it came to formation and the likes, knew when her formation had been tampered with.
She waved her hand, and in the blink of an eye, every object in the room except for the mirror vanished.
With a dark expression, she walked into the mirror.
In a hidden corner of the treasury, there was a similar mirror to the one in her office. The mirror rippled like water, and the figure of Celista emerged from the mirror.
She looked around, and the frown on her face deepened.
'The energy level of the treasury has reduced.'
Celista thought, then she used the skill- Scan.
"God damn it. Those useless fools!"
A shout filled with anger shook the treasury, and numerous treasures in the treasury fell due to the vast amount of energy that was produced by the Manager of the Emporium.
"LOCK DOWN THE ENTIRE EMPORIUM!"
"NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE OR ENTER!"
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