The bell tower groaned beneath Ren's boots as he leaned out over the edge, scanning the cityscape below.
From his vantage point, he could see the roiling chaos stretching across Edenhold.
Smoke curled from the outer districts where King Mikael's army had breached the wall with the wave of corrosion. Even now, resonance enhanced arrows continued to rain death across the city.
The late morning light, which might have once made the white marble of Edenhold's buildings shine like divinity, was instead catching on blood, ruin, and falling debris.
Screams carried through the air, mixing with the metallic ring of steel and the wild, rhythmic pulse of resonance magic.
Ren's eyes drifted from the chaos that was slowly spreading inward from the city's edges toward the holy cathedral that pierced the skyline. Its spires reached toward the heavens like judgmental fingers, still untouched by fire or destruction. That wouldn't last. It couldn't.
