Ghost ship shot into the silver clouds and headed away from the capital.
When the twenty level 9s from different cities encircled the city, they only found its remains.
Five of them stayed behind to look for survivors and look after what was left of the city while the remaining fifteen chased after the ghost ship.
"Gone! It's…gone!" An Abyssal choked up as her shoulders shook uncontrollably.
The grand city that stretched for thousands of square miles was now nothing but rubble.
Its glorious buildings were crushed to pieces. Its wide roads which once housed Abyssals from all walks of life were littered with corpses.
The walls of the city somehow still stood, but there were no people inside the city for them to protect.
Just like them who survived this ordeal but lost their reason for surviving.
"Eight million." An Abyssal who had kept his eyes closed until now suddenly said.
His words drew the attention of his four companions.
