I drop down into the town of Ardenburgh. The scene is chaotic. Homes built like castles are reduced to ruins. Fires rage unchecked. Dark knights ransack the residences and execute the populace. “Technomancers” set up blasphemous machines on holy sites. And the catapult attacks persist as I carefully tread the cobblestone streets--streets now paved with corpses and limbs from corpses, some of the dead bodies speared to the ground with tall blades. These people were caught completely unaware; some homes still have laundry hanging out to dry on clotheslines.