Coming out of the other end of the portal, the team stepped into the Pure Market of Darkmount, only to find out that the market wasn't so pure any longer.
All the splendor the market once held was gone, all the activities, the beauties of the bustling buying and selling was now replaced by a landscape of destruction and damnation.
"By Obadiel's name," Grengo muttered.
"What the Hell?"
Jared looked at his feet, the ground beneath them was scorched black, seared by infernal flames. Stalls were in ruins, burnt, scalded, turned to blackness and despair.
Lirael gazed around at the thick, greenish smoke billowing in the air out of the layers of the burnt ground, choking the atmosphere with the acrid stench of burning.
