In a matter of mere hours, the entire capital of the Graveborn had been obliterated. The Great Tree that had stood at its center—towering above everything in sight—once a symbol of their pride and power, had been burned, reduced to nothing but ash that stained the skies above.
The nearby castle fared no better. Its massive, firm structure had been shattered by the might of the magma serpent that had been battling Luna all this time.
And now, the mythical beast had been bested, its massive body riddled with countless injuries—deep claw and bite marks left by none other than Luna, and massive slash and stab wounds inflicted by the Unholy Judger, Eldros.
Lava was slowly seeping from the creature's wounds, filling the surroundings and burying anything unfortunate enough to lie in its path.
The few lucky—or perhaps unlucky—individuals who had survived the chaos were now fleeing in panic and shock, horror etched into their faces.
