บท 496: Calamity Upon The Capital [Pt 1]

The once-grand capital city lay in ruins, a sprawling landscape of devastation and despair. 

Smoke billowed from the charred remains of once-proud buildings, casting a dark pall over the cityscape. Flames licked at the rubble-strewn streets, hungrily consuming everything in their path.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and stone, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. The cries of the wounded echoed through the ruins, a haunting representation of pain and suffering that seemed to permeate the very air itself.

Everywhere one looked, there were signs of destruction. Buildings lay crumbled and broken, their shattered facades serving as grim monuments to the horrors that had befallen the city. Debris littered the streets, blocking off once-familiar thoroughfares and trapping survivors in their makeshift tombs.