The Passing Storm

Three days had passed since the sudden fierce battle.

The towering walls of Fort Raven stood quietly under the night sky. The sturdy fortress made of black granite managed to withstand an unimaginably bloody battle. Even the general of the fortress could not believe that it did. The storm of Chaos and the monsters that came with the storm almost destroyed the striker towers and the Runestones of Order outside the fortress. The defenses of the Order outside Fort Raven had been wiped out. The once high-walls with crenels had become piles of grayish-black crushed gravel, no longer dotted with sentry posts. Even the wall of the fortress itself was full of battle marks like cracks and holes.

Perhaps it did not have to wait for the next storm before the wall collapsed even if a group of wandering monsters of Chaos could bring down the wall.