Commander Glixa and his squad pressed forward, their horses' hoofbeats resonating off the rugged walls and stony path of the second turning.
As minutes stretched on, the village loomed into view, a sprawling settlement nestled on the fringes of Ragnar.
Once a peaceful retreat for travelers from distant realms, the small village now bore the weight of war's cruel touch, an undeniable transformation underway.
Abruptly, they reined in their steeds, the knights mirroring Glixa's actions. Their gazes met a scene of haunting devastation, freezing them in their tracks. The enormity of the destruction sprawled out before them, a raw testament to the ruthless advance of conflict.
Amidst the chaos, the village stood engulfed in relentless flames, its structures crumbling into ash. A heart-wrenching tableau unfolded as a multitude of beings, ranging from elves to humans and various races, fled for their lives, driven by sheer desperation.