Chapter 955

The walls were marked by massive gashes and deep indentations, silent witnesses to the intensity and cruelty of the battle. Some scars, sharp and deep, seemed the work of a honed blade, while others appeared as if a colossal hammer had struck, collapsing the masonry and scattering brick and stone. Precious artifacts, once displayed with meticulous order, now lay shattered and strewn across the floor, the remnants of a catastrophic devastation. These objects, which had once shimmered with a brilliant, rare luster, now flickered with only faint, sporadic glimmers, as if mourning their own past splendor. Exquisite, masterfully crafted porcelain had buckled under the immense force of the combat, pulverized into countless fine shards. These fragments lay scattered like snowflakes, some stained with shocking, dark spots of blood. Even the once-magnificent silk curtains had not been spared; they were torn to shreds, hanging like flickering candles in the wind. Some of the fabric had even ignited, sending plumes of thick, black smoke billowing toward the ceiling, shrouding the entire scene in darkness and dread.