Finally, I can breathe.
After disabling all of the magic particles in the air using an anti-magic device, I hid in a barrel. The room seemed to have its own pantry so I helped myself to some cheese and wine after I woke up. The noise outside had finally subsided and the magic in the air was starting to return.
I'm guessing that everything is done now.
I look outside the window and saw nothing but the ruins of what used to be a civilization.
The streets were in shambles and the buildings burned, sparked by the flames of war.
I guess the battle was over.
Judging from the lack of anyone's presence in the city, it would seem like we won.
Scrying Vision of the Oculothorax
I send out a winged eyeball in order to observe the situation within the city. It was unusually quiet for a place th
