After Kael dismantled the last of the fighters, silence returned like a heavy blanket.
He stood still, panting lightly, eyes scanning the mess of groaning bodies and broken furniture around him.Most of the tables had been flipped and broken while chairs had been reduced to dust.
What pained him the most was the disarrayed pieces of meat lying around which would be wasted along with the rums.
As he looked around, his brow furrowed."Wait… where's that bastard?"
He spun around, searching for the scar-faced man, but there was no sign of him in the crowd.
His eyes rotated to and fro, searching for the one who started it.
"HEY! Where the hell did he go?!" Kael barked.
The bystanders flinched. One timid waitress, trembling and gripping the edge of her apron, finally stepped forward.
"H-He ran away... when you were beating them…" she stammered, pointing toward the back exit.
Kael's face fell into a deadpan expression, lips twitching in irritation.
