The lonely wind whooshed through the empty streets of a village.
It looked abandoned, and it felt like time had stood still for years.
At that moment, one of the doors opened, and the braided-haired young woman stepped out, carrying a rusty bucket, and headed to the well in the center of the village.
It was late at the night, and fog was starting to roll in.
As she started to draw water, she looked around the empty village that was just full of life only a day ago. The silence was deafening.
She felt slightly nervous about the fate of her friends, and prayed for their safety.
As she finished drawing the water, she started carrying it back to the building, and looked at the symbol on the door.
A symbol of Zestruction.
The symbol gave her warmth, and safety.
'With Sir Zephyr, there's no way they would lose.' She thought to herself, stepped inside the building, closed the door behind, and took her seat behind the desk.
