While Gisle and the other members of Last Light were busy usurping new territories, Wain climbed up one of the towers and took a bird's eye view of the city.
He smoked and, exhaling a puff of smoke, muttered, "Because of the monster invasion, about a third of the surviving city has been destroyed. At this point, there are hardly any buildings left intact or not seriously damaged. I should be on my guard. That white ray could be dangerous."
Wain then looked toward the eastern part of the city. He could see the canyon separating the two sides and just as long a bridge that Clovis had built in a few hours.
"I hope the fire goblins are all right. Also, there is most likely a man with a craftsman's soul as a builder in Black Pearl. Given the city's current state, he and Clovis are a hundred times more valuable than gold and most other people. Frankly, at this point, even I'm not as important to the organization as these two." Wain muttered.
