2367. Like A Poison

Once in the air, the ruins that Walker knew were proven to be much further gone than he could tell. 

The tower which had been broken that remained within the center had been surrounded by a decent amount of open space. Afterwards, there were many smaller wooden buildings with some stone mixed in. but now, there were way more stone buildings. 

The wooden rotting buildings that survived because they were affected by the unique state of the ruined city had finally been agitated enough from battle sand from the change in the area again that they crumbled. The remnants were just piles of further rotting wood that could not be properly maintained by the undead mana around. 

There was also not a force of strength that was maintaining them. The immortal king had the undead so what maintained the falling apart buildings as they moved about? While imperfect because a proper focus was not given, it was still something. Just enough to keep them standing.