The majestic figure dissipated in the clouds.
The wind calmed again, gunpowder still needing time to fade, and after the shadows retreated, what remained was a scarred City-State.
"There are survivors here too! It's a little girl!"
The slightly excited shout broke the stillness of the graveyard, as a City-State Guard opened the gate of the guardhouse, discovering the girl curled up inside.
The cold wind blew into the room from the outside, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, Annie looked up somewhat blankly at the black-clad guard appearing at the door. In her daze, she seemed to see another figure behind the young warrior, a stooped, always gloomy figure.
She got up blankly, subconsciously stepping forward, and stumbled toward the door, trying to grasp the stooped figure.
