The fallen clan

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The large city of Syrus stood eerily silent, devoid of life. Yet, despite its emptiness, an ominous noise echoed through the ruins—metal clashing against the earth, rocks crumbling under force, and distant, unrelenting sounds of toil and suffering.

Syrus had once been a city of wonders, renowned for its vast mineral wealth. It was the city of riches, where both the powerful and the desperate sought fortune. Rare gems and magical artifacts were traded in its bustling markets, drawing merchants, adventurers, and opportunists from across the world. It had been a tourist marvel, a place where fortunes were made and destinies altered.

That was before the catastrophe.

The Night Terror attacks had changed everything.