Coughing, Yvann waved his hand around. He thought the wall was strong enough to hold his weight.
Turns out that it wasn't.
He didn't mean to anyway, but upon the slightest touch, the wall turned to dust, crumbling on his feet.
When it finally stopped raining dust around him, he looked at the ruined remains of what he believed was the veranda. A few burned pots stood and made a clear display of what it used to be.
Yvann blew out an exasperated breath. What was he expecting to find in an abandoned building?
"Crazy," he muttered.
But he had to start somewhere. Who knows? Suddenly, he stopped short.
Muffled voices froze him to the spot. He could hear muffled voices coming from somewhere close.
In an effort to conceal himself from plain view, he ducked behind a spare wall adjacent to the one that has crumbled to nothingness.
He was careful not to come in contact with it. Lest, it shall disclose that he was there.
