Rania's lips curled up again.
She understood.
...
The heat of war spiraled upward, the fiery glow completely illuminating the sky above.
The Undead trapped in the city couldn't escape.
The situation was worse than imagined; the Undead, having grown powerful, unilaterally broke the peace with the Deities, causing destruction in various towns.
The Waste Port Sea God roared outside.
The walls that could withstand the onslaught of thousands of Green Skins crumbled effortlessly before the Deities, stones flying everywhere, houses collapsing, and the ground splitting.
A powerful statue symbolizing strength, Rania Hedwin stood in the park square.
This place was the trading spot tacitly chosen by the Undead, where occasionally, some musically inclined Undead would sing, dance, and stream live during their evening rests.
A spinning boulder flew in, precisely smashing off the head of Rania's statue.
