The Blazzarene banners waved triumphantly over the once-proud city of Haven Point. The streets, once bustling with life, now echoed with the sound of heavy boots and clanking armor. Blazzarene soldiers marched in tight formations through the city, their eyes sharp, their weapons drawn. Commanders barked orders from elevated platforms, their voices cutting through the air.
"Clear every alley! Any resistance is to be dealt with swiftly! No mercy for traitors!"
Blazzarene soldiers stormed the city block by block, searching for remnants of resistance. The scent of smoke still lingered from the earlier skirmishes, and now only the sound of steel against wood and boots against stone filled the silence of the conquered streets.
