The invasion of the Lyma Capital was nothing short of a massacre.
It was as if an embodiment of apocalypse had descended upon the city, turning life into death and peace into chaos.
Men, women, and children were hunted down with relentless cruelty, their screams of terror and agony echoing through the air, only to be silenced with brutal finality.
Homes that once sheltered laughter and warmth were looted, the invaders taking anything of value, stripping the city of its pride and leaving despair in their wake.
Entire neighborhoods went up in flames, the destructive fire reducing the beautiful architectural masterpieces to charred ruins.
Smoke billowed up into the sky, obscuring the once serene blue with a dense, ominous cloud.
The very air tasted of despair, the scent of blood, smoke, and fear mingling together in a horrifying symphony of death and destruction. T
