It was already daytime.
The light began to impose itself slowly, extending from the horizon in a golden strip that little by little gained height. The sun peeked out cautiously, and its first rays fell on the remains of Conrad's fort, clearly revealing what the night had left behind.
The walls, once firm, showed deep cracks. Some sections had given way completely, leaving piles of stone scattered on the ground. The towers presented irregular edges, as if they had been forcibly torn off, and in various areas the terrain was marked by furrows and fractures that revealed the combat's intensity.
One of the walls was completely destroyed. In fact, that could no longer be considered a fort, but ruins.
The place still retained a dense air.
