The midday rays of sunlight shone down from the edges of the cracks in the sky.
These beams of light projected downwards, like columns of light amid the strangely colored sky and the clouds surrounding the area.
Within these columns of light, one could still see faint blue gleams floating upwards.
Following these ascending blue gleams, a campsite colored blue and white had been mostly destroyed.
The wooden walls were shattered and toppled, and the tents were ablaze.
At the center of the camp, the flagpole that once held a blue-white flag now had nothing but a charred mass hanging on it.
There were no sounds of battle within the camp, only the crackling of flames.
One could see piles of dust scattered across the ground.
Among this dust lay coins glinting with golden light, and there were various pieces of magic equipment exuding magical power.
A gloved hand, clad in red and white armor, swept the dust aside and retrieved the gold coins along with a small pair of gloves.
