They looked into the building, still hidden by the dark cloak Tess cast around them. Inside was a sickening picture.
There were multiple small fires throughout the building, likely caused by either candles inside or the surrounding destruction that swept the streets. Disfigured bodies were thrown inside, and severed limbs lay scattered around. Blood coated the walls, and dripped onto the floor after taking the form of a long, thin string. Young children huddled in the far side of the building, gripping each other tightly in a vain attempt to feel safe. Everyone else in the building, from elderly adults to people who could barely pass as a teenager, stood forward against the attackers, brandishing magic and steel to keep them at bay.
Understanding the severity of the situation, Tess undid the cloak and swiftly began to rush the elementals attacking.
Out of nowhere, a fist caught her in the chest and sent her flying backwards.
