Hestemia had truly fallen, not a single brick was left whole after the events of the wars. The bodies were piled up into peaks and burned to charr, and what remained of them became food for vultures and other scavengers. Surprisingly enough, however, the earth had already begun reclaiming the territory with moss growing on ruins and saplings sprouting out of empty eye sockets.
"Nothing…" Razor muttered, coming out to the light from the underground steps to a dungeon.
"Nothing on the surface either, nobody rather, just scavengers," Michael replied, getting down to the earth by undoing his magic.
"I didn't expect much, but seems like the dragons really did a number on this place," Razor added looking at a discolored dark rock near his feet. Kicking it, he expected it to take off, but instead, his feet went right through the thing and only left a crumble of dust behind. "Maybe a little much even."
