My mentor and I stared blankly at the sight.

It was almost as if it had been bombed. The buildings had all been shattered, and huge pieces of rubble had pierced into the earth. It was obvious at a glance that this wasn’t just the result of magecraft. In terms of destructive power alone, it could probably even rival Rhongomyniad.

How was I to believe that this was Slur Street?

Though I had only been here for about six months, I had studied and lived here. Now, it was almost all in ruins, like a battlefield that had been trampled over. The only thing it had in common with the Slur Street we knew was probably the damp wind of a London winter.

“—Did Faker do this?” My mentor uttered one word at a time, looking like someone who had already died. “Did Faker and Heartless, do, this?”

Seeing the staggering gait and the expression that looked like he wanted to crush every piece of broken rubble, I pressed a hand to my chest.

I suddenly got the strange thought that he might be made of glass. After all, he looked like he could shatter at any minute.

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: Grand Roll (Middle); Chapter 1, Part 3