HOUSES OF WORSHIP OBLITERATED BY NIGHT

The flames consumed, devouring the sanctity within. A twisted silhouette against the blood-red moon, the church stood in smoldering ruin. Its spire, once a beacon of hope, now lay broken and charred. The air was thick with the stench of loss, a grim testament to the darkness that had wrought such destruction. Speculations swirled through the town,