[Port city of Neima - City wall, South Zone].
The governor of the city, Orson Silverward, paced nervously from one side of the wall walkway to the other. Unlike Hadrif and Edwin, the wounds Orson had received were much lighter and had already been treated. If it weren't for the bandages covering his damaged eye, no one could tell that the man had been injured during the battle.
"Come on, come on... Come on, pick up." Orson said as he looked at the flickering communication sphere in his hand. "Come on Daniela... pick up, damn it!" The city governor finally stopped, raised his eyes, and looked at the scenery around him.
The wheat fields on the outskirts of the city were burned and littered with corpses. The houses and farms were reduced to ashes. The city walls were riddled with cracks and holes, and were stained with the blood of both monsters and humans.
