And there was a mother clutching her child's charred remains, kneeling on the ground in despair, sobbing uncontrollably.
At this moment, under this merciless bombing, life seemed so fragile, with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the scent of death pervading every corner.
People were crying, screaming, wailing, praying to their gods for a miracle, but all to no avail.
The dragons—or more accurately, the air force of the Ashen Empire—after completing their bombing runs, swiftly gained altitude and disappeared into the distant horizon.
What was left behind was nothing but burning ruins and endless death and sorrow.
Karen hovered in midair, beating his wings, overlooking the people of Saint Theo City struggling and wailing in the ruins, his golden pupils filled with grief and anger.
"Damn the Ashen Empire... I will make you pay."
He then ordered his Soldiers to head to various parts of the city to rescue the affected residents and calm their emotions.
