The aftermath of the [Void Tempest] was a ghastly sight, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest of warriors.
The once bustling battlefield now resembled a graveyard, a scorched landscape filled with unidentifiable rubble, which only a few moments ago were towers and walls of the proud dwarven fortress.
The air was heavy with the stench of charred flesh and scorched metal. An ominous silence hung over the battlefield, only interrupted by the occasional groan of a dying soldier or the clatter of a falling piece of debris.
It was hard to comprehend the extent of the destruction caused by the [Void Tempest]. The landscape was littered with the fallen, those who had been caught in the wake of the calamity. The numbers were mind-boggling. It was a massacre.
