The aftermath

Meanwhile… 

The clouds were drifting in the clear blue sky leisurely. It was that time of the year when flowers bloom beautifully. The season for harvest after the long wait. 

It used to be like that around this time until two years ago. 

The glorious Haimirich Empire was nothing like its former grandeur. Instead of towering houses, streets that were always so busy, and prosperous land, everything was just piles of rubble. The houses were destroyed and burned down. The carefree touches of laughter that used to fill the capital were replaced with quietness. Thick smoke from the continuous fire reached a part of the sky, relaying the word to those in the heavens.

Above was the glorious light of the world, but down below was akin to a glimpse of hell. 

The aftermath of that night two years ago. 

Disaster.