Three days passed since Arad stayed in the capital, watching over the remaining survivors of the capital until the healers could get them to a point where they could endure a trip. He sat beside the man church on a stone bench, looking at the snow-filled street, and yawned. "Too much for trying to have fun and relax, I hate staying still, it's too boring," He gently tapped the back of his head on the church's wall, passing time.
Crunch.
Arad blinked, a smile crossing his face. "Finally some movements," He stood, cracking his neck and looking into the distance, at the city's destroyed wall.
He lifted his foot, about to take a step. ZON! As his sole was about to touch the ground, he teleported forward with [Void Step] Taking a five-hundred-meter step.
Right outside the wall, a band of bandits approached the ruined capital, looking for anything valuable to take. It was almost a natural thing to do, expected whenever a city fell to a monster attack.
