'When did I vow to him that I'd protect that girl?' Hitryel pondered, walking through the outer borders of Welkis, green and yellow leaves on the short trees all around him. 'And here I thought I'd finally found someone who understood my ambition.'
Had he really misjudged Ryuzio? Was the boy really not worthy of his respect?
'We didn't even know her end goal, Ryuzio. How can you trust someone like that?'
Thinking this, his steps fell upon the pavement and he took his hands out from his pockets, watching the wreck that lay ahead. Malfunctioning or broken streetlights marking the empty streets, the shops and buildings on both sides destroyed, as if a storm had just passed through here. A storm of fire.
Even the taller buildings had been devastated with damage, shattered glass sprayed on the streets and alleys beneath them, black smoke rising to the darker sky from the fires that was burning them.
