I hovered in the air, high above the shattered city. At the center of it all stood the Holt family's main house, built like a palace. Tall towers, sharp designs, and thick grey walls gave it a royal yet brutal look.
Its surface gleamed with dark materials, and lines of Essence glowed faintly across its structure, powering weapons and barriers.
It was more than a home. It was a fortress.
Defenses were everywhere. Heavy weapons lined the walls, humming with charged Essence. Barriers flickered and spun slowly, ready to fire at anything that moved. Layers of barriers flickered over the gates and windows. Giant towers pumped energy into the walls, keeping everything sealed tight.
Outside, the real battle raged.
Thousands of soldiers filled the streets around the palace. Holt troops, all armed to the teeth, held defensive lines with precision.
