Chapter 239
Chapter 239 Assault on a Rainy Night
During the night, Skandre lost the rowdiness and liveliness it had in the past.
With the exception of some sparse light near the palace and the city center, the rest of the city had been plunged into a deep and heavy darkness.
Once night fell, a light rain washed over the city.
Very few people could be seen on the broken streets. The homeless civilians shivered in unstable houses, using what remained of their roofs as shelter.
This was the eleventh day since the dragon raid started on Skandre City.
For the first few days, the dragons had only set their sights on the rich and powerful in the upper city area, rarely ever harassing the lower city and civilian areas. However, once they had robbed the wealthy of all that they had, their vision fell on the civilians. The civilians that formed sixty percent of the entire population of the city.
The dragons that had raided on the first couple of days had been adolescent dragons. They had used their powerful strength to crush the guards of the merchants and the nobles, then smashed apart the cellars and storehouses that were filled with resources and wealth.
Greem’s terrifying magic abilities might allow him to easily turn this place into a sea of fire, but it was extremely hard for him to sneak his way into the heart of the enemy’s place without drawing attention. Fire Teleportation was a decent mobility spell, but that blast of fire and sudden explosion of the halo was far too conspicuous.
If he didn’t want to draw the attention of every guard in the upper city area, he had to rely on the power of these locals!
The three stopped at times, plunging into dark alleys to avoid well-armed patrols.
After a dozen days of raids, the upper city had been badly damaged. Fallen walls and broken beams were everywhere; crumbling buildings could be seen all around.
This area, set between the upper city area and the palace area, was a place that only the most powerful and respected of Skandre City could live in.
Right now, dim candlelight pierced through the second floor window of a delicate mansion. This meant that the owner of the bedroom hadn’t slept yet, despite the night’s rainfall.
Daphne lightly pushed apart the wooden windows and leaned on the lattice. She gazed silently into the dark night sky.
It was only at this time of day that those accursed dragons wouldn’t come whistling in and disturb her peaceful and fulfilling life.
The street next to hers had just been raided by the dragons. Greena’s house was razed and a dozen of her servants had died. John’s home, on the street to the right, had also been visited by the dragons. Everything of value inside had been completely taken away.
Every day, she and her other young companions would have to gather in the palace to avoid being hurt by the dragons. It was only at night that they were allowed to return to see if their homes were still standing.
Such an oppressive life was just way too terrible!
Daphne was filled with resentment every time she thought of her father having to constantly stay in that rowdy Runeforge Camp. He wasn’t even able to stay by her mother’s side!