Smoke rose in the air, making a thick black pillar as if rising to the heavens. It wasn't the only one as several thick pillars of black smoke rose high up to the clouds in the moonlit night.
Below the beautiful moon and star-filled sky, carnage was taking place. Buildings burned down, trees were set on fire, and wells spewed lava instead of water.
It was a pure carnage and a scene of destruction.
Bodies upon bodies, corpses upon corpses lay bloodied and dismembered across the streets. No one in the whole town had survived. Not a single soul.
Four figures clad in black robes walked past the bodies without paying any attention to them, as if they weren't bodies of humans but of animals.
In a way, for them, this whole town wasn't any less than a settlement of animals.
They walked, their eyes searching through the streets and broken structures for something or someone.
