104 The White Shore

It was empty. Not a single living stirred within the City of the Sun, Raku. What'd once been one of the largest, grandest cities in the continent and a treasure of the North now laid in ruin.

What remained only served to paint a terrible picture in Reed's mind. Bloody, unrecognizable corpses, crumbling skyscrapers, and raging flames were the only things that the Infested had left behind after the massacre.

Reed had visited the city once, not too long ago. It felt as if it'd been ages since then, though. When he'd first visited, he had been nothing more than a clueless fellow. He missed those times, when his biggest source of grief were his instructors, and not…

This. This unrestrained… destruction, cruelty, and loss.