Siverra approached the Divine Salamander's kingdom with caution, his heart pounding in his chest with an uneasy feeling. The kingdom was eerily quiet, and the air was thick with the stench of death. As he stepped closer, his eyes widened in horror at the sight before him. The once vibrant and bustling kingdom was now a gruesome scene of devastation.
Bodies were strewn across the streets, their lifeless eyes staring up at the sky, their limbs twisted in unnatural positions. The buildings that once stood tall and proud were now nothing more than smoldering ruins, reduced to rubble and ash. The ground was stained with blood, and the echoes of battle still lingered in the air.
Siverra's eyes darted around, searching for any signs of life, any clue as to what had happened here. But there was nothing. Only death and destruction greeted him at every turn. It was a scene that would haunt him for years to come.
