In a distant corner of the Wolfgang Empire, a once-vibrant city lay in ruins. The city of Verenthia, once a beacon of prosperity and beauty, had been home to over three hundred thousand people. Its streets had been alive with laughter, the air filled with the aromas of freshly baked bread and blooming flowers. Now, however, it stood as a haunting reminder of what had been lost, a shell of its former self consumed by darkness.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the shattered buildings and crumbling facades. What had once been a bustling marketplace was now a desolate wasteland, with overturned stalls and scattered debris littering the ground. The vibrant colors of the city's banners had faded, replaced by the dull grays and browns of destruction. The echo of silence was deafening, broken only by the distant growls of lurking monsters that prowled the remnants of the city like predators waiting for their prey.
