A large crowd gathered at the gate leading out of the rebuilt district of the ruin.
Shouts and cries rang in the air. People threatened, cursed, or begged the guards standing on top of the gate.
Yet, nothing happened. The gates remained shut. Some of the braver ones stormed the stairs to overthrow the guards. But before they reached the upper steps, they were riddled with injuries.
After a while, the corpses piled up, blocking others from reaching the guards. The sight of the pile of corpses also served as deterrence to others. Fewer people dared to climb to their deaths.
Out of nowhere, a loud explosion deafened the noise of the crowd. Shocked, the people eyed the sky.
It was still night but it wasn't dark. The sky was lit with a multitude of colors. The black of the night turned into explosive colors.