As the first ray of dawn struggled to tear through the night's curtain and shone upon Golden Harbor, a hellish scene unfolded before our eyes.
The smell of gunpowder, the stench of blood, and the charred scent of burning wood mixed together, enveloping the whole city like a thick toxic fog.
The air was no longer filled with the usual hustle and bustle, only the sporadic screams in the distance, the groans of the dying, and the crackling sound of wood being devoured by flames remained.
On the streets, the once-bustling prosperity had vanished without a trace.
The facades of beautiful shops were violently torn apart, precious goods looted, leaving behind shattered pottery and overturned shelves.
On the muddy ground, scattered weapons, blood-soaked clothing, and spine-chilling body remnants were everywhere.
A few abandoned war pig carcasses lay in the middle of the road, their fur singed and emitting a foul stench.
