Aftermath

Gray smoke billowed toward the heavens.

But despite this prime sign of chaos, Yon Augenn City was strangely peaceful.

Mundane folks crawled out from whatever holes and bunkers they had hidden in, while adventurers wandered the ruined streets, lamenting the devastated state of the world's capital.

They talked in hushed voices, shivering as they recounted how they had barely survived the war.

Luckily, it was all over now, at least according to what remained of the city guards who informed them.

Among the common folk, a few stood out—those brave enough to peek outside during the chaos.

One, in particular, claimed to have seen two fifty-meter-tall dragons emerging from the massive hole near the city square, one after the other.

According to him, the dragons had roared—a strange, resonating melody, both heavenly and hellish, that spoke of the cycle of life and death.

Some people doubted him, while others believed wholeheartedly.