Palace

Andrew felt his heart racing, echoing in his ears, as his eyes witnessed the chaotic battle raging in the sky over the majestic Tretidian Capital.

"What the hell is going on? Klaus is much more powerful than I imagined!" He concluded as he ran as fast as his legs would allow.

The air of the majestic Tretidian Capital was charged with the acrid odor of destruction, a mixture of smoke and ruins. And the eerie glow of devouring flames danced on the shattered buildings.

Moving nimbly and swiftly through the cluttered streets of the ruined city, Andrew deftly dodged the debris that blocked his path. He could feel the oppression in the air, as if the city itself was groaning in agony. Although he was unfamiliar with that particular city, because he spent most of his time exploring the Kingdom of Mibothen in RO, Andrew was sensitive enough to grasp the sadness and despair at the ruined grandeur of that metropolis.