The sun peeked through the heavy clouds, casting a somber light upon the decimated capital city of Ekule. Smoke still curled from smoldering ruins, while the moans and cries of the wounded filled the air. The once-great city had fallen prey to the wrath of Edimo and his fearsome Three-Headed Wolf, leaving only destruction in their wake.
Brida, his muscles aching and head throbbing, surveyed the aftermath with an overwhelming sense of despair. The streets were littered with debris, broken furniture, and the shattered remains of homes. Bodies lay twisted and lifeless among the wreckage, their faces etched in terror or pain.
"By the gods..." Brida muttered, clenching his fists as anger simmered beneath his sorrow.
"Look around you, Brida," Ralma said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Even amidst this chaos, the people of the Batang Empire remain undeterred. They are resilient, determined."