'Well, the ruin is completely ruined.'
Hex lamented the state of the market district as they moved toward the inner area, leading up to the gate.
There were no deserted lanes, houses with broken walls and leaky roofs, and weather-worn landmarks anywhere. The only thing Hex saw everywhere were debris, ashes, and heaps of stones.
The dry dust and ash mixed, swirling up toward the sky. The countless streams of smoke and dust created the thick columns. The mixture of ash and dust pricked his nose. Others, he noticed, had it worse. People gasped for breath or even vomited, perhaps sickened by the impure air.
A lot of the debris was coated in black and or red liquid.
'The number of creatures and humans killed in clearing these parts should be numbered in the thousands.'
Hex remained unfazed by the sight. He knew clearing the city's ruin would take even more lives. But the number of Heartless bothered him.
