Chapter 65 Shawat
Vines and greens had grown up the sides of the tower, their tendrils sneaking around the stone and threatening to pull the structure down.
As he looked around he saw that the tower's submits were littered with old wooden crates and broken chairs, evidence of its long-abandoned State.
Armstrong walked to the uppest floor of the tower and sat down, taking in the breathtaking landscape that stretched out before him.
A rolling field of greens extended as far as his eyes could see, and a small village lay nestled in the distance.
With his eyesight, Armstrong could make out the tiny figures of people going about their daily lives, moving to and fro like ants in a bustling colony. He pulled out chocolate and started to eat.
As Armstrong sat atop the tower, his mind reflected, he felt no guilt or remorse for the death and destruction he had caused. The soldiers had brought it upon themselves by killing the Dragon-kin without a sherd of mercy.