The city lay in ruins, a stark contrast to the once grand and opulent structures that had symbolized the power of the Borgias Family.
Now, the streets were filled with debris, smoke billowed from crumbled buildings, and the sound of distant explosions echoed like thunder.
Panic gripped the population, young and old alike.
Families clutched each other as they ran through the streets, desperate to find safety.
Mothers shielded their children, while elderly citizens, once proud and secure under the Borgias' rule, hobbled in fear, their faces etched with terror and confusion.
The once-bustling markets were now filled with abandoned stalls, overturned carts, and the occasional wares scattered across the cobblestones.
People fought over scraps of food, and cries of desperation filled the air as the sense of order, long maintained by the iron grip of the Borgias, crumbled into chaos.
