August walked out of the hall after finishing his discussion with Great Sorcerer Zephyr. Ashphen camp was a mess. Although the structures were quite sturdy, there were still scorch marks and cracks on the buildings here and there. Also, the ground was riddled with craters, evidence of the intense magical clashes that had taken place. The air carried a heavy scent of burnt wood and lingering magic, a reminder of the destructive forces that had been unleashed.
August surveyed the scene, his eyes narrowing as he took in the aftermath of the conflict between the Cadogan and Brander Clans. The once bustling camp, which had served as a temporary home for the clans' sorcerers, now lay in ruins. Broken shards of magic items and equipment were scattered across the ground, remnants of the powerful spells that had been cast.