Consequences of the Invasion
The sound of high heels continued to echo throughout the area, reverberating among the debris and ruins. Each step Aldria took seemed to amplify the weight of the devastation around her. The scene was desolate, far worse than she had imagined when she was attacked… that beautiful city lay in ruins. The air was thick with a somber silence, only broken by the sound of her shoes.
"So much destruction..." Aldria murmured, her eyes scanning the streets and ruined buildings. Her city, her beautiful capital that had become a well of bitterness and sadness, was reduced to a landscape of debris and despair. The source of the demonic energy from that damned tree, which once pulsed in the city's air, had been consumed by something… well, it was Dante. The entire city was just empty, and...