The cracking sounds of the biscuits didn't faze the noise the television was making. In the lounge room of the manor, the pack mother had served sweets and tea to the child that she had taken away from the presence of her chaperons. Right now, they were watching the news.
Flashes of the supposed battlefield were being displayed over the bulletin news almost every channel was covering. Buildings had collapsed, and the ground was broken into pieces at some parts. Fissures drew across the muddy streets, the rainwater all seeped deep into the earth. Electric lines kept on sparking, the power companies closing down service one by one.
The destruction of the city was comparable to a magnitude 9.5, which was supplemented by the citizen reports. After all, the entire time… the whole ground was shaking at the weight of the dragons and the impact of the magic attacks. It didn't help that some dragons would burrow tunnels for their own mobility.