The Great Collapse [3]

Broken, desolate, and a tinge warmth from the dead fire. A faint veil of smoke rose above Glenda's southwestern area, a place frequent to officials and guards, here boasted the alchemic tower Igna used to rest at times. The long and rigid overlook fell on its side, crashing outside the castle walls and taking part of the walls with it. Unlucky were those who'd made stands in the general area. Medical help in form of adventures and medical potions were distributed, makeshift first aid area erected at town-square, the market stalls turned into medical tents.

  "Help my son, please," cried a wounded mother, half of her visage and arm were viciously slit by the falling rubble. Glenda town guards, in lieu of helping the victims, had their hands full trying to halt unknown attacks from the northwest.