![]() ![]() Tamas had been relieved to see Adopest still standing.īut now it lay in the hands of a Brudanian army and Tamas was forced to sneak about in his own city. They had ridden hard for two weeks, dangerously far ahead of the Seventh and Ninth brigades and their new Deliv allies, in order to determine the fate of the city. “They had the chance to level the whole city. I refuse to be relieved that the damned Brudanians invaded Adopest just to destroy the cathedral.” “This cathedral was three hundred years old. “This must have been the column of smoke our scouts saw. He spoke around the cigarette clenched between his lips. He stood beside Tamas, hand resting on the butt of his pistol beneath his greatcoat, eyes scanning the streets for signs of Brudanian patrols. The destruction had been wrought by Privileged elemental sorcery. Granite keystones had been cut apart with an almost casual indifference, and entire sections of the cathedral were melted away with fire hotter than the center of any forge. What had once been a magnificent building with golden spires that rose majestically above the surrounding buildings was now a pile of rubble being picked over by a small army of stonemasons in search of usable marble and limestone, and birds that had built their nests in those spires now wheeled aimlessly overhead as Tamas inspected the ruin by the light of the rising sun. ![]() Field Marshal Tamas stood in the ruins of the Kresim Cathedral in Adopest. ![]()
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