The once prosperous city of Aesteradia, the capital only housed by the prominent, now rests with gloom under the blanket of corruption. As viscous as a bottle of coagulated blood, it ran rancid in the air and feeling that corrosion traveling down his throat, Monty did well to cover his mouth for the city was for the baned not healthy individuals.
'What the fuck is wrong with this city?!' He yelled in his mind, moving from shadow to shadow and soaking everything that he saw.
