The central square was identical to what it had been before, if not for the scholar collapsed on the central platform, Lyle might have thought it all just a nightmare.
The majority of the people had already assembled in the center.
"Your Majesty Irene/Scholar sir/Teacher, are you alright."
The scholar leaned against the emerald branches, the Magic Giant Dragon lifting its head to gaze at the Arcane Eye, infusing Magic Power into the barrier that enveloped the city. Twisted tendrils had already corrupted half of his skeleton, and the burning flame of his soul repelled the writhing tendrils of flesh that were creeping upwards.
"I'm fine, for now."
Behind the scholar, an Emerald Tree radiated the glow of life, its tender branches extending down to connect with the scholar, helping him resist the corruption, like a breathing machine. The Green Dragon Priest Eason lay sleeping on a massive leaf, in her hands, a twisted, wriggling sphere pulsed like a heart.
