The sky above the Skyladder's sect was filled with dark smoke.
The city itself was the source of those dark clouds.
Once rich trade area now turned into smoldering ruins, constantly releasing intense puffs of smoke. Down the former road laid a housing district now reduced into just a massive pile of rubble.
'I'm tired,' Vaner thought, rubbing his hands together to fight off the cold.
Sadly, this gesture did nothing. While capable of warding off a little cold, it could do nothing about the chill coming from the depth of the man's heart.
The area around the man was devastated way more than the other plots of land. But after several hours long of fights, it was only given.
"And if this place ended looking like that..." Vaner muttered to himself as he raised his head to scan the area above his head. He then rapidly shook his head before looking away in the distance.