A teasing gale scrubbed his cheek like the claws of a bird. He glanced at his capital city. The ruined buildings left still from the first chaos that they made for taking the throne. Those stray monsters and their masters were always awake standings in shadows waiting to attack the rebels.
The silence of the night used to break as the furious sky began to roar. Its flashovers would unman everyone around as brightened on foul faces of the jogging beasts. Betria felt it, finally felt it, for the first time from the beginning of this shady saltation. The city with twenty million population and lightening streets has been continuing like a terror tunnel.
