The downpour had just ceased.
The clouds had torn open a slit, through which cold daylight poured down, illuminating the broken walls of Grey Rock Castle.
Rainwater trickled continuously through the cracked stone, mingling with dark red liquid, forming tiny streams in front of the city gate.
The steam tanks of the Red Tide Legion roared as they drove into the gate.
The heavy steel armor crushed the ground, and the sound of the treads turning was an unsettling mushy squeezing, as if the wheels were driving through an unfrozen mire.
The streets, towers, and squares were all deathly silent.
There were no living people here anymore.
In the center of the square, the ground had completely lost its original color.
There were no intact bodies to be found, not even complete skeletons.
Dark red flesh pulp, half a foot thick, covered the entire area, and as the rain fell on it, it roiled slowly, still steaming continuously.
Traces of explosions were evident everywhere.
