The sound of screaming and crying echoed through the sky.
He woke up in severe pain with an arrow stuck in his shoulder. He reluctantly stood up from the ground holding the broken sword, shook twice, and then steadied himself. Blood dripped from his forehead, making his vision blurry, and he turned his head. All he saw and heard were fires and ruins, and the sound of clashing swords and guns was especially heard, but the street fighting had ended long ago and the city had been destroyed. His comrades-in-arms turned into dead souls and withered bones, and the people in the city became slaves to the subjugation of the country. And behind the broken wall, he held the sword that his father had given him when he went on an expedition, and watched helplessly as the city that he had guarded for three months was burned and destroyed. Everything was ripped apart without any reservation, and the outer skin was torn away without redemption, revealing the bloody essence and throwing it in front of him. Yes, once this city is destroyed, the capital will be in danger. Everything was over, he raised the broken sword, and the cries, begging for mercy, and the sound of horse hooves from the city all rushed to this place where war bones were everywhere. The oath to go to war still rings in his ears, but the city's coach is about to fulfill it.
"The city is still there but the people are there, but the city is destroyed and people are dead!