As the rain came to an end and the clouds slowly dissipated, the blue sky began to peek through, clear and clean. The sun, high above, cast its golden rays upon the world, as if trying to force a new beginning... although no one there was in any condition to accept it.
Against that sky, the ruined city that had once been the proud territory of the Medici Clan lay devastated.
The houses were destroyed, reduced to rubble. The streets were covered with corpses, dried blood, and broken stones. Around the city, a great wall still stood, but its structure trembled, cracked, and was on the verge of collapse.
From the remains of the buildings, rainwater continued to drip slowly. The drops hit the ground with a clear sound.
The air was thick with a suffocating smell: blood, dampness, burnt flesh, and the savage stench of the beasts prowling the city.
In the area where the enormous corpse of the Lightning Boar of Viscount rank lay.
