Dragonhold lay in ruins.
Buildings that had stood for generations were now reduced to piles of rubble. The city walls, once proud and imposing, had been torn apart in multiple places.
And smoke still rose from scattered fires that burned through most district.
Bodies of demons littered the streets, with their corpses already beginning to dissolve into ash.
But there were human casualties too.
Citizens who hadn't made it to safety in time, Soldiers who had fought bravely but had been overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
The cost had been heavy.
In one section of the ruined city, Elena knelt beside Aeris with both hands hovering over the Amazon's battered form as she channeled the Goddess Embrace healing spell.
But tears streamed down Elena's face as she did the spell, and her hands trembled as grief kept threatening to overwhelm her concentration.
Nearby, the rest of Ravens Grave had gathered around Katherine.
