The thunder stopped first.
Shoulder-mounted cannons fell silent one by one as dwarves climbed down from the walls with the smoke still curling from the barrels hoisted under their arms. The last echoes rolled through Greyhaven's streets and faded, leaving behind a city that no longer fought back.
Elves moved where sound had died.
They flowed through alleys and rooftops in small, disciplined units, bows lowered only after every corner was checked. Doors were kicked in by the dwarves who rushed in wearing their high-tier, heavy armors. All the while, elves slipped in through windows and narrow slits, using their lithe bodies to their advantage.
Just like this, resistance was dragged out and ended quickly. By the time the sun climbed high enough to cast full light over the district, Greyhaven was done.
What remained was cleanup.
