BAM!
With a violent shove fueled by raw strength, Carl pushed the massive, crumbling stone wall pressing down on them to the side. The heavy debris crashed away, throwing up a thick cloud of dust. He walked forward, looking around nervously, staring at the apocalyptic destruction before him.
The once-glorious capital of the Sword Empire—a pinnacle of military architecture and martial pride—was now a smoking, leveled graveyard. Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear the agonized screams of people, and desperate cries for help echoing from beneath the rubble. Carl slowly moved his gaze across the destroyed Capital, staring at the dead bodies strewn all over the place, his expression turning unspeakably grim.
Behind him stood Cupcake, her fur coated in gray ash, and the remaining members of the Ghost Guild, all staring at the catastrophic destruction in absolute disbelief and shock. Their safe, structured world had just been violently shattered.
