The screams never stopped, even after hours had passed and the night returned with thick swashes of mist wrapping around the city in its entirety.
Lirian lay strewn across the ground and unmoving, even now he continued to gaze beyond the sky in search of answers.
Lirian heard a shout in the alley, it wasn't the first he had heard since he arrived, for a long time now the alleys had become the focal point of the slaughter.
The alleys were like a maze that spanned across the city, the refugees fled to the twisting and narrow roads, in the hopes to evade their pursuers, it was what kept them alive so far.
The mist only served to aid the refugees in their attempts to escape it cloaked them in its veil and hid them from those who would hunt them down and made the tasks of the nobles that much harder.
