The collapse of order, the loss of authority, and the concentrated eruption of long-standing grievances turned all of Ravnica into a living hell in an incredibly short time.
Especially after night fell, conflict, slaughter, and death became increasingly frequent, while the area affected continued to grow.
Other than the core territories controlled by a handful of guilds that could still maintain stability, everywhere else had entered a state with no government, no law, and no security.
More accurately, this Plane had always existed under the competition and maneuvering of ten colossal guilds. Chaos was its natural state.
It was only that, in the past, the chaos had been confined to a small area by the ancient magical contract and had not been unleashed as completely as it was now.
The flames soaring into the sky not only set the city ablaze, but also dyed the dark heavens crimson, mixed with furious roars of battle, cries of agony, and desperate pleas for mercy.
Countless elderly people and children became sacrifices to the unrest, while women became tools for men to vent their desires.
Reality once again proved that when the powerful restraints of order and law were lost, when people unleashed the bestiality within them that society had always suppressed, they became a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand times more terrifying than actual beasts.
At least beasts rarely attacked on their own when they were not hungry. Humans, however, could commit unimaginable atrocities under the drive of herd mentality and intense desire.
When the terrifying night passed and the sun slowly rose over the horizon to welcome the day, the various factions that had engaged in intense physical exchanges all night finally began to settle down.
Of course, it was not because they had fought enough or reached any sort