Arriving in Peters City, Lothur noticed how different this city had become just a few days since he had last been there.
There were now many tents and huts around the city, with refugee camps as large as this city had been before the Ritter Motor Company.
At the same time, there was an area of white tents where thousands of wounded were being treated, the people who were brought here from the battlefields of the empire.
The men guarding the city's outskirts also looked shaken, some of them wearing robes and damaged armor, dirty with dirt and blood, while they had terrible looks in their eyes.
The city was doing relatively well, considering how bad things were on the continent. But many of the men there had fought in countless battles over the past few days and had seen countless lives lost, including those of friends and comrades.
