The battle had devolved into chaos, no longer resembling a clash of organized forces. It was now a feral storm of steel and magic, devastating everything in its path.
Where the Guild once stood proudly, a three-story structure adorned with carved stone and vibrant banners, only jagged ruins remained.
Half the building had collapsed inward like a broken ribcage, while the courtyard lay unrecognizable, its orderly pathways shattered into rubble and smoking craters. The stables were reduced to splintered beams and twisted iron, statues toppled and shattered into fragments buried beneath dust and blood.
A few structures still clung to existence: the Adventurer Inn stood scarred but intact, its reinforced foundation resisting the shockwaves, the Mana Cultivation Tower glowed faintly, its enchantments holding firm against destruction and the Smithy remained standing despite a partially caved-in roof.
