(LXXXIV) Barroth and Baelidae
The Fourth floor was a haunting vision of a once-thriving metropolis now reduced to ruin. The sky was a smudged gray, perpetually overcast with dark, roiling clouds that seemed to bleed into the jagged silhouettes of the crumbling skyscrapers. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and the occasional plume of steam that hissed from broken pipes and fissures in the ground.
Leon, Annamarie, Ashe, Claire, and Kuro advanced through the wreckage, their path strewn with debris and remnants of a civilization long past. The broken cityscape was an endless maze of shattered buildings, twisted metal, and gaping craters. Every step they took seemed to echo with the ghostly remnants of the city's former life.