It took a tremendous amount of time, a copious quantity of blood, and an unimaginable degree of pain, determination, and sacrifice—but at long last, silence reigned over the Voidheart Stronghold.
The once-impregnable fortress, feared across the entire sector, had fallen. Every single Vorometallicae within its walls had been slain. Their blood ran through the streets, soaking into the shattered earth, staining the city red.
Sacred halls were reduced to rubble, temples torn down, and arcane monuments now lay in pieces, casualties of the cataclysmic battle that had erupted within the stronghold's heart.
All that remained of the original structure were the outer walls—cracked and torn, with a gaping hole left by the first assault. Everything else had been leveled by fire, wrath, and magic.
