As they entered the city, the first thing that caught their attention was a big statue.
"You see that?"
Resembling a withered tree, this stone sculpture was crafted by a normal human' hands that wasn't even a Master.
"Is that the Memorial you talked about?"
"Yup. The [Sigh of sorrow]."
Once upon a time, there lived a young boy in the city that was established just recently.
He was an orphan and he had moved from the central states to this newly founded city with the hopes of turning his life around.
He believed he would strike it big since the city was new and there were many opportunities… or at least that's what he overheard from the old passerby.
He believed his life would change if he came here, but that didn't happen.
Even after pushing himself for three more years, he was still the same orphan that he was when he arrived there.
It was depressing, and he was in an insurmountable misery.
