One could say the sun's typical day and brilliance outmatched the chaos that sprawled across the lands, at least from his domain.
Several men pushed wheelbarrows with heaps of soil; the ladies went on to furbish the broken furniture outside. Some went for the iron and steels, both rods and beams wrought through age, and segregated them for future use. On the other hand, several laborers had to reinforce the broken brick wall from impact and collapse, while the rest did what they could without using any magic.
They used their powers to fix and cooperate with those who did: lifting debris, charring trashes, and the like were made.
No one dilly-dallied from it. They kept up the pace; Elliot pressed his lips as he dodged when he noticed a worker behind him, carrying a large wood plank alongside three more people. Also, there found dark bags sagged their eyes and grumpy mouths as they walked no different from a zombie.
