The morning air was thick with a tension that seemed to weigh down even the lightest breeze. As the sun crept over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold, Kael and Morgana stood atop the ruined citadel, gazing out at the city below. The once-mighty metropolis now lay in ruin, its towering spires broken and its streets fractured by the chaos of the last few days. But even in its disarray, there was a quiet beauty to it—an echo of the strength it had once possessed.
"It's strange," Morgana murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "How quickly something can fall. One day a thriving city, the next a shadow of itself."
