Branchrain spattered on the bricks where Slymetunnel fireball falls

The scene, yesterday

Standing in the wreckage of his home, destroyed in an air strike two hours before, Woodridge Lifecopper surveyed the damage as relatives scoured the rubble for any valuables they could retrieve. "We'll have to find a tent to stay in near the border with Shortridge. What else can we do?" said the 38-year-old adventurer, walking on a pile of broken concrete under a collapsed roof. ...