The road between the space port and the military base had become Wyrmtrace's most bustling artery in recent days.
Yet, even in this hub of activity, no one expected a daylight robbery—much less one targeting LE Energy, the city's most untouchable powerhouse.
The onlookers, caught between shock and morbid fascination, stood rooted to the spot, watching as the chaos unfolded.
Half-built structures flanked both sides of the street, skeletal frameworks of steel and concrete looming like unfinished monuments.
Towering machinery stood idle, their shadows stretching over the debris-strewn scene.
Two transport vehicles had been struck—one jammed into a building wall, its frame twisted and embedded like a grotesque art piece, while the other lay overturned in the middle of the road, its scattered cargo ignored like trash in the pandemonium.
Abandoned vehicles littered the area, haphazardly blocking lanes as if their drivers had fled in panic.
