Siara's guilt

Lyrnessus had fallen.

The sky over the city was a dull gray, heavy with the smoke of destruction. Fires still flickered in the distance, their embers casting an eerie glow on the devastated town. It was Siara's first experience of war on such a massive scale, and the weight of it pressed on her chest like a boulder. She had never imagined that being part of an assault on an entire city—let alone one as large as Lyrnessus—would feel this overwhelming.