"Lady Narcissa, everything's been taken care of," Ragnar reported.

Narcissa nodded, her gaze sweeping across the blood-soaked estate. Her eyes held no compassion, only disgust.

"Burn it. Burn it all to the ground. I don't want a single stone left standing."

The guards moved immediately, splashing gasoline that they had prepared throughout the estate. Once the torches dropped, flames roared to life, devouring the wooden structures, furniture, and the bodies of the innocent.

Fire lit up the sky as thick smoke billowed upward. The Weston estate, once an impressive property, groaned and crackled as the inferno consumed it, reducing everything to ash.

"Let's go," Narcissa said. She took one last look at the burning scene before leading her guards away and disappearing into the night.

Shortly after they left, a streak of blue light descended from the sky and landed in front of the blazing Weston estate.

Octavius gazed at the carnage before him. He could sense the lingering traces of