It was a horrible sight.
The once magnificent city made of silver and gold turned into a scene from hell. Mothers were screaming as they get impaled by rock spears together with their children. The men who were called to arms to protect the people didn't do any better. One by one they all died under the heat of the inextinguishable magical fire. Whether you were a capable warrior, woman, or child, it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered because it was war.
Death was inevitable to those who didn't have the strength or ability to defend themselves.
The knights told the townspeople to run away but there was nowhere to run.
Armies of charred skeletal soldiers rushed into the residential district slicing and dismembering everyone in their path like butter with a hot knife.
I looked down from
