What had once been a glorious capital of the Greymark Duchy, one of the three largest cities in the empire, was now nothing more than rubble, crushed, flattened, and finally buried beneath the great Stump that until minutes ago had been its very foundation.
Most of the residents had managed to flee the city in time, many of them making it down from the Stump entirely, but for those who had held out hoping for the best, or who had simply been left behind, there was no pleasant end.
Everyone had gathered in the battlefield, now almost entirely stripped of beasts and filled only with corpses, human and beast alike, while the survivors didn't even have the luxury of grieving for the catastrophe their city had just faced.
Not when it seemed like everything that had already happened was only the beginning of their nightmare.
"By the six gods... what is happening?" someone said, staring up at what was unfolding in the sky above.
