The gray fog was thick and interwoven like overcast clouds, shrouding the city beneath in darkness and obscurity.
High-rise buildings loomed within the mists, their outlines faintly visible, with considerable chunks of exterior wall peeled away. Cracks sprawled across them like gray-black ivy climbing the structures.
From those broad cracks, or through windows whose glass had shattered, one could just make out pairs of cold, watchful eyes staring out at the desolate streets.
There were also rusted, dust-covered cars, broken billboards, shattered shop windows, and more.
This was a city of deathly silence.
Four figures robed in garments bearing the pattern of flames were carefully making their way down these silent, gloomy streets.
Perrie walked at the forefront.
