It was the day after the fateful battle ended that Alexander arrived at the outskirts of the city.
And the first thing he noticed was his house which should have been visible even from atop the hill he was on was nowhere to be found.
Instead, he only noticed the husk of the manor's silhouette standing awkwardly at a slant angle against the background, like a ruin left to desertion.
It was a forlorn sight to see.
All while in front of him, outside the city, the Tibian camp still stood tall and proud, mightily waving their flag on a pole, letting everyone know the wannabe conquerors of this land were ready for a fight.
"No! How could this be!" And seeing so, Alexander felt like breaking down.
This scene implied some very bad things and to him, it seemed like his worst nightmare had come true.
"Alexander stay strong! We still don't know the full story!"