Dioz

The pounding barrage of artillery echoed in the darkness and under the moonlight they came in the hundreds. Thousands of metal men surrounded the once proud Freetan Theocracy, confining them into a small stretch of land a few kilometers that surrounded their territory.

Their capital, the city they were most proud of and once housed the most powerful magic user in the entire theocracy, was getting reduced to nothing more than heaps of rubble and scrap.

The grand pillars of their cathedral collapsed during the first onslaught. The collapse killed a thousand worshippers and frightened commoners who sought shelter inside. The Pope's Estate was never recovered, before the first onslaught even began, it was thoroughly scrapped and its materials used for barricades.

They barricaded themselves in, every nook and cranny of their houses, shops and buildings were emptied. They got anything they could lay their hands on, anything they could use to protect themselves.