Bodies lay haphazardly strewn across the ground, the aftermath of a great battle evident throughout Danschel City.
The Great Elder looked around and saw nothing but scenes of despair.
King Nesol had breached the walls of Danschel and sealed all the city's gates; the aged Great Elder had anticipated that a brutally inhumane plundering was about to commence.
First, they would go from house to house demanding food and money, followed by forceful interrogation with swords, and finally, unspeakable slaughter, as the whole city was reduced to ashes.
The Great Elder had heard of such atrocities from the mouths of refugees, and now, those same horrors were about to befall them.
But the crux of the matter was that they could do nothing.
They couldn't flee, nor could they continue to resist; tens of thousands of residents within the city faced nothing but encroaching blades, a slow march toward death.
