As the explosion finally stopped echoing from the underground, the ancient castle above trembled faintly, its walls groaning as loose stones cracked and shifted. Outside, the dark sky stirred with the frantic cawing of crows, scattering in a black swarm as if fleeing from something.
The yellow flames and dust slowly settled down, the smoke curling in the air before fading to reveal the underground.
The stone floor was scarred with craters, small blasted holes marking the devastation. And among those blasted holes there lay a figure, twisted, broken, almost… riddled with holes.
One leg missing entirely, the other barely hanging to his body by shreds of flesh. His torso… partly gone, torn apart as if something monstrous had bitten it off.
His arms dangled, barely clinging to what was left of his frame.
