Mikey teleported to the other end of the wall, to meet the Lyma capital in good shape. The walls had surprised him a little, but this, the buildings he had poured his sweat and time into still stood. The capital was perfect, nothing about it indicated any harm inflicted to the place,much less an earthquake shaking things up.
He slowly drifted forward, zooming down the path that led to the Duke's estate. Mikey couldn't stop turning his head, the capital had changed since he last left.
"There are much more people, the capital is a bustling city once again." They had struggled to find those to occupy the houses they had built, workers were partly unavailable to fill in their roles. A city could be rebuilt, but not those that were in it.
However, now, that seemed to be no problem. The city had just about the right amount of people.
