The shimmering sun came basking through the little gaps that the branches made. Not a single building was destroyed as the warmth of mother nature and the gentle winds of the early seeped through the cracks and crooks. The adventurers, no the Mortal World's finest survived the sudden destruction despite having nothing to do to defend themselves other than gasping left and right.
Fresh air at sunrise never felt so good as adventurers started to populate the street with a smile as if they were in an advert for toothpaste. They hugged themselves, feeling every limb still attached to their bodies. No blood was shed except for the vile beast that harbinger chaos with their presence.
"Oh, man! I never felt so good my entire life," said one middle-aged man adventurer.
"Grateful for not dying?" jested another adventurer.
