The Azure Wing glided through the sky, gracefully waving between plumes of smoke and errant blasts of magic. As we drew close over the city, my heart grew heavy, the violence and bloodshed growing more apparent. Corpses, soldiers and civilians alike, were strewn across the ruins of manors and markets. So many homes, supply depots, and even walled manors were consumed in flame. It was horrifying to see from above, but I could only imagine what it must have looked like to those trapped in the carnage below.
Was this the change Aerion had been planning all this time? Where soldiers roved in lawless bands, slaughtering anyone they thought supported the other's cause? Was this truly better than the elitism and traditions of their past?
