The prosperous city was nowhere to be seen.
The bright roads, clean buildings, floating screens, and busy shops had all disappeared under smoke and screams. Cars were overturned in the middle of the street.
Some were burning. Some had crashed into buildings. Blood stained the pavement, while broken glass covered the road like rain.
Everywhere was chaos.
People ran in every direction. Guard shouted orders, but no one listened.
Everyone were busy saving their own life.
Rovan carried Beatrice on his back while running through the broken street.
His face was pale. His clothes were already soaked with sweat and blood.
They barely have time to rest before everything turned into this pandemonium
Beatrice's wounded leg hung weakly at his side. Blood kept dripping from her calf, leaving a thin trail behind them.
One of her hands gripped his shoulder, while the other held her staff.
"I knew it! We should have stuck with them!" Rovan shouted.
