The crown jewel of the Empire, was now shattered and broken. The great wall of Aznur, split in two, the beautiful streets of the Outer City, collapsed and torn apart by powerful Earth Magic, and the great towers of the imperial palace, scorched black and broken from lightning strike after lightning strike.
And on top of the death and destruction that filled the city, it was the darkest night that Anzur had ever seen. Thick clouds completely shrouded the sky, not allowing even the slightest glint of starlight down into the city.
Thick sheets of rain poured down over the city, and gusts of wind filled the streets. In the main streets, before the great wall that led to the Inner City, a whirlwind of death was moving through the ranks of the Imperial Elites.
Kothar, along with the other Nighthawks, was making the most of the discouraged and broken Imperial Elites, tearing through them with slash after slash of his Plasma Blade.
