Hugo Waché and James Cummins entered the town, their eyes scanning the sparse, square houses that dotted the land. The town, though simple, held a certain charm, its cobblestone paths winding like a gentle river through the buildings.
"This place seems quiet," mused Hugo, adjusting his leather armor.
"Too quiet," replied James, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, eyes vigilant.
Thomas, a figure of cunning with a penchant for mischief, gestured towards a lone wooden house. "That's Edward Buddell's place. He's away for the night. Time for some fun," he whispered conspiratorially.
Hugo, fueled by a reckless curiosity, nodded. Together, they set about their task, flames licking the wooden walls as the house crumbled under their hands. The crackle of burning wood filled the silence, a symphony of betrayal.
"Who could have done this?" Edward muttered, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. His mind raced, settling on James Cummins as the likely culprit.
In a swift act of revenge, Edward climbed the cliff to James' newly built home, deftly removing half of the precious diamonds hidden within the chest.
"Hugo, did you know anything about this?" he demanded, confronting Hugo.
Hugo, feigning innocence, handed over half of the diamonds he had hidden. "Here, take these. They're all I have," he lied smoothly, watching as James accepted them with a begrudging nod.
Explosions echoed across the landscape, shaking the very foundations of the town. Charlie Carpenter and Ollie Oldfield tried desperately to maintain order amidst the chaos, their efforts overshadowed by the relentless tide of destruction.
Hugo Waché stood alone, surveying the damage. The war, born from confusion and revenge, had left nothing but a memory of what once was. The town, a testament to the consequences of deception and betrayal, now lay forgotten, a haunting reminder of the past.
