Bab 115: Devastation

In the heart of the once-vibrant forest, devastation had left an indelible mark on the landscape.

The towering trees, which had once stretched their branches to the heavens, now stood as charred sentinels, their twisted and blackened limbs reaching out like grotesque specters. 

The forest floor, once a verdant carpet of life, had been transformed into a chaotic tableau of destruction. The ground was marred by deep craters, evidence of powerful magical clashes that had taken place.

Wreckage was strewn about, an eerie testament to the unforgiving violence that had transpired. Broken weapons, shattered armor, and scorched earth painted a grim picture of the battles that had been fought.

Amidst the desolation, a once-mighty mountain had been reduced to ruins. What was once a grand symbol of majesty and strength for the Ravenstein family had crumbled into a jumble of shattered rocks and debris.