{As a mage I was, I sought power and power begat evil.}
….
Standing on the rocky elevation, Sharen could see the expanse of waste and deterioration. Everywhere was broken, charred and destroyed. There was no clue to show that a house had once stood on this plain yet it had been his home—Dulhe.
Standing here brought back great sorrows and memories of hurt but he still did it anyway. He could've gone through Samak or even another route closer to Dulhe but he had chosen to go through the ruins of his homeland.
Memories flashed into his head. The gigantic Haklaran with a massive body, thumping around and spewing flames that engulfed and razed everything. It had been a very unfortunate event but he'd survived. He'd survived by the combined efforts of his parents and neighbours.
