The capital, now transformed into a battlefield, began to grow eerily quieter.
The flapping of the wyverns' wings and the droning engines of the Mage Tower’s airships faded.
Even the shouts of soldiers and the incantations echoing from the airships fell silent.
What replaced those sounds were only...
Clang! Clang!
The sharp clash of metal striking metal, echoing from the ground.
The sound reverberated through the skies above the capital, leaving palpable vibrations in the air, tangible enough to be felt on the skin of those watching.
