All the churches fell in a short amount of time, one after another, as scorching "Fireballs" rose from beneath the City-State, burning the last real anchor point of Prand. The bell tones ceased one after another; in but a moment, the only things left of this maritime jewel were the endless ruins and ashes.
Fanna rushed like a storm through the burning crossroads and streets, heading toward the cathedral that was now engulfed in flames reaching to the sky. In her vision, the cathedral had quickly transformed—
The main building had collapsed, the thousand-year-old architectural framework melted and crumbled like wax. The towering side structures were reduced to twisted, red-hot skeletons in the blink of an eye. And above all this, a "Sun" with a bright white rim and an interior as dark and red as dried blood hung silently over the cathedral. It looked like a terrifying portal to an endless abyss, yet it continued to release destructive light and heat.
