Moments later those swept along were smashed against the great wall with concussive force. Massive plumes of spray shot upward and the water backwashed into the city carrying its burden of wasted flesh with it. The water continued to mount in the city as more water surged down the old channels fed from the broken gaps in the dams upriver.
Much of the low lying fires in the city were put out by the water that left off massive spitting clouds of steam, as they were contacted and extinguished by the surging debris filled water. Several minutes passed by as a solitary struggle for life against both fire and water could be seen scattered around the city.
Then it happened, like the cork being removed from an upturned water jug the two side gates of the city exploded outward off of their massive hinges into the packed crowd of cavalry that had been massed in front of the gates earlier in preparation to storm into the city. Water shot out of the tunnel gate entrances under high pressure and two giant whirlpools formed on the city side of the wall as the water backed up in the city emptied out through the gates into the packed masses of the enemy beyond the wall causing even more chaos and loss of life.
The flood waters rushed down the pass, as balking horses, some of them already riderless, ran amuck trying to escape the craziness that the sudden burst of water had inspired, even as more soldiers were swept along in the swift moving current. The resurgent rivers rejoined at the narrower bend of the pass powerfully and wrecked the advanced siege equipment that was still arrayed there that had just brought the once proud wall to its knees.
The destruction of the city was complete, but it had reaped a bloody toll of life in the fight for the conquest of it. It was time to leave this place of death and shattered glory. I pulled Flin around and headed out into the night silently, followed by the rest of the small column that accompanied me. The heavens opened up and the rain that had threatened all day dumped down on us now.
We rode through the sheets of rain in the direction of the Shrine of Remembrance slowly, there being no need to rush as any pursuit tonight was extremely unlikely. It wasn't long there after though that I thought I heard something. I drew to a stop and motioned for the column to remain stopped, as I rode Flin towards a small grove of trees accompanied by a few of my friends. Riding through the trees I stopped on the other side and waited for one of the persistent lighting flashes to light up the night scene.