Dark storm clouds churned across the once clear skies, pouring their rain onto the land below and sending bright flashes of lightning as they collided with one another.
The loud patter of raindrops striking the ground filled the air, the water drumming heavily against the city, now hardened to stone.
The people had emerged that morning with smiles on their faces, the streets lined with colourful tents and banners fluttering in the wind, the scent of spiced foods drifting from open stalls as their owners arranged under the morning sun, musicians setting up their instruments on small wooden platforms, and artisans carefully displaying trinkets and vibrant fabrics on tables.
They had plans to achieve on this fateful day, and quotas to meet, but everything was turned upside down within minutes.
People ran for their lives, screams echoing from nearly every corner. Some Knights tried to evacuate civilians while others abandoned those they had sworn to protect and fled in fear.
