That day, an earth-shattering noise resounded throughout the city, with scorching flames shooting into the sky, and billowing black smoke obscuring the heavens.
York awoke from a beautiful dream of Death God, trembling as he hid in a pile of moldy wheat straw, unaware of the happenings outside but certain it was nothing good, his hunger dissipated by the tension.
The intense explosion lasted for a while before it finally subsided.
But what followed was a deep rumbling sound.
It felt as if the entire earth was shaking, the whole city seemed to be trembling, as if a mountain flood was pouring down, impacting the entire city.
Panic-stricken shouts of fleeing people came from outside:
"The city is breached! The troops have entered!"
The frantic crowd scattered everywhere.
