The Thorne Family Estate, the vast capital city that had stood proudly beneath the family's banner for generations, had become almost unrecognizable.
Grand stone buildings that once displayed the family's wealth and authority had collapsed into heaps of broken masonry, while others stood barely upright with enormous cracks spreading across their walls.
The streets that had once bustled with merchants, knights, and noble carriages had transformed into fields of devastation.
Broken weapons, shattered armor, overturned wagons, and splintered wooden stalls lay scattered everywhere.
Corpses covered the roads without distinction.
Civilians who had been unfortunate enough to become caught in the chaos lay beside soldiers still clad in blood-soaked armor, their lifeless eyes forever staring toward the gray sky above.
