The Battle of Ravenfell had raged since sunset.
Countless Magi on both sides had perished, and the once proud and bustling metropolis now lay in ruins.
Four and a half million people had once called this city home. Out of that, only about two million of them had been fortunate enough to be safely evacuated by Cedric Acadia through the newly formed secret tunnel that ran underneath the city.
Moreover, hundreds of thousands of visitors from all over the Empire had visited the city to witness the Grand Magus Tournament. It was unknown how many of them had managed to survive the great battle, and how many of them had perished.
The city of Ravenfell was shrouded in the cold embrace of death and consumed by unrelenting flames…
Just like Old Ani had prophesied.
Fire, death, and…
Only one thing remained before her prophecy was fulfilled.
They say it's darkest just before dawn, and the worst was yet to come for the city of Ravenfell.
