Almost a ghadi ago …
Vasta lay in ruins after the devastating battle. Thick smoke pillars could be seen from miles.
The earth was littered with charred corpses of commoners. A thick acrid smell of burning flesh stuffed the air.
A hooded figure was jabbing the smouldering pyres, as though looking for something in the ashes. His eyes were two tiny stars in the dark that had fallen on Glassia, all of a sudden.
The inferno fire had devoured everything; not even stone houses were left.
The black figure continued scouring, throwing away charred boulders in all directions. Suddenly, he halted, placing a hand on his chest. He swiftly rummaged in his cloak and took out a medallion, faintly glowing with green light. The glow in the eyes brightened up to show the shock of the hooded man.
"How is it possible?" he muttered as he flew off to the heart of the ruined city, dropping his search in the middle.
