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Currently, on a ruined street where shattered stones and splintered wood lie scattered across the ground, remnants of a past filled with violence.
Along this street, crumbling buildings leaned against one another like dying corpses, their walls blackened and scorched by merciless flames.
Rusted lanterns dangled from crooked poles, groaning in the wind as if moments from collapsing, while thorny weeds sprouted through the cracked cobblestone, like nature was reclaiming what was left behind.
Although the sky was already dark and heavy, the devastation around was impossible to miss, a ruthless reminder of war so catastrophic it had surely devoured countless souls.
The air clung thick with the bitter stench of ashes and decay, heavy with silence that was only constantly broken by the faint scuttling of monstrous rats, each the size of a human head.