White powdery fields had devoured the world he once knew. Drowning ruins and scattered trees and small forest in perfect cold white. No human contact, just the ruins of what once was a prosperous country.
The forgotten leftovers of civilization. 'Can the world change so much in just nine months?' A rhetorical question, the answer standing for everyone to see. The sad remnants of society, the tragic final of the world he once lived in.
Kyrie looks down, tightening his grip on Wolf Prince's handle. There is little just one person could achieve in this situation. Being awake outside of the village wouldn't matter at all for anyone's survival besides his, but the feeling of pity and sadness churning inside cannot be simply ignored.
What was the military doing? Did they get wiped out in the explosive birth of Yggdrasil? A secluded haven protected at all costs? Or did they abandon the normal folk and save the rich and powerful?
