Paragon County was nothing more than a field of ruins...
The outer walls had given way in several places, leaving wide breaches through which the attackers had poured in. The watchtowers were still smoking, their wooden inner structures finishing their combustion with sinister crackling, and residual mana sparks crackled in the air, releasing sparks of shifting colors.
In the main streets, Black Neon members were still clashing with Spectrum fighters, their battles blocking strategic intersections. Blades clashed in continuous metallic clangs, incantations exploded against the already cracked cobblestones sending stone shards flying, and the cries of wounded civilians mixed with the shouted orders of officers trying to maintain some cohesion in the chaos.
Kaiser had just landed in the center of the collapsed square, his boots kicking up a cloud of dust and ash, when Kara appeared to his right, out of breath, her coat slashed at the shoulder by a blow that had nearly been fatal.
