…Ah! Damn… it's a nightmare…
And in that instant, he wished he had never laid eyes on it.
The scene before him was the kind that sank deep into the soul, an imprint that no time or distance could erase. The streets that had once been filled with dwarves busy in their daily lives were now nothing more than a charred graveyard.
Stone buildings lay collapsed in heaps of blackened rubble, their jagged edges still glowing faintly from the lingering heat of the blasts. Fires crackled and burned without restraint, their orange light casting long, warped shadows that danced across the devastation.
Bodies lay strewn through the wreckage. Some were crushed beneath the weight of fallen walls, others torn apart by the sheer force of the explosions. The sharp stench of blood mixed with thick, acrid smoke, filling the air so heavily that it felt like it clung to his lungs with every breath.
