The rumbling had been going for hours now, beings of all shapes and sizes dart around the besieged city as Malafor's war machines march on in their siege of Warfang, but without their siege weapons the army of mobile earth fails to penetrate the wall. Despite this many had abandoned the walls with nearly a full day having passed since the golem had fallen to the purple dragon, with the threat to the inner city largely gone many had taken the opportunity to visit their families and make emergency repairs as they awaited the end. Despite the remaining Guardians best attempts rumors had spread that something would happen soon, even Ignitus and the heroes had disappeared somewhere.
Yet one figure had yet to abandon his duties, the lone cannon engineer, finally his precious cannon was fully restored, although the army had little use of it now, though the work did help put his mind to ease. Hopping down from his gilded cannon the engineer looks around at the devastated city, the great stone walls may have held but the city within did not survived unbroken. The golem alone devastated the higher up buildings but many of the homes down below somehow survived its rampage, the city may just survive yet. The Destroyer was in sight until it entered to volcano nearly an hour ago, but he still holds hope that the city may live through the day. He'd heard rumors that the heroic dragons that saved the day had gone to face Malafor, but…. "They're only children" his high pitched voice murmurs out as he looks upon the chaos. As he says that the rumbling sudden stops, surprised he pears at the enemy army, another lower rumbling comes toward Warfang as the army visibly starts crumbling to dust starting at the far horizon of living stone. Without the constructs mana source they'd begun to fall apart.
Jumping up in joy he sees the other remaining soldiers along the wall start cheering, but silence falls upon them again as an aftershock rolls through. And then another, covering his ears from the sounds as the aftershocks turn into a quake, growing even more violent a terrible shearing sound could be heard. Raising his head once more despair fills him as large fissures fan out from the volcano becoming deafening as they reach Warfang, a great thum accompanies the wall to the left of him as it suddenly heaved upwards as a sheer cliff of earth. Some instinct fills him as he sprints on his little legs behind the lever to reload his precious cannon, holding onto the lever for dear life he shuts his eyes and gives out low whimpers of terror before light piercers his eyelids as the world shatters around him.