The sunset slowly penetrated the clouds, casting a golden afterglow on the city wall of Silver Moon City.
Columns of black smoke billowing up in the light of twilight seemed rather abrupt, along with the scorched city walls that appeared particularly unsightly.
The once beautiful and prosperous Garden City, in a blink of an eye, stripped away its former frivolity and superficiality, to be replaced with a demeanor of solemnity and tragic heroism.
Countless furious Half-Elf Soldiers, holding their ground on the city wall, stared with bloodshot eyes at the Eastern frontier army outside the city, as though they wished to tear them limb from limb.
The four grand and exquisite Crystal City Gates, far too fragile to withstand an attack, were thoroughly smashed. In response, heaps of rubble and soil were used to block the entrances, representing an unwavering decision not to surrender.
