Casabianca—the pure and holy city of white, known as the most dazzling jewel of the Light Mainland, had crumpled completely. Flames wreaked havoc, casting crimson upon the originally white city. The once bustling streets were no longer there. They were replaced with devastation, chaos, and death. People wailing and screaming as they escaped the catastrophe descending from above. But it was a pity that humans could never defy natural disasters.
Yet another wave of golden rain fell from above, bombarding the tall buildings into ruins. Even though there were formidable beings in the Country of Light, they were at a dead end, even if they were godlike in strength, facing the blasts from up to 6,000 magic cannons.
At the same time, the 'sweeping' of the surface troops was going on methodically.
