2 days ago.
Caesar sat on the cracked remains of a park bench, his boots propped up on the remains of a fallen lamppost, watching the chaos unfold in Rein City.
The Wailing Hounds roamed freely, snarling as they tore through debris and shattered what little remained standing. Buildings leaned like drunken sentinels, their shattered windows crying shards of glass.
A desperate man, caked in dirt and ash, emerged from beneath the wreckage of an overturned car. His eyes darted wildly as he sprinted toward a battered street shop, the illusion of safety beckoning him. For a moment, it seemed like he might make it.
Then, from the shadows, three Wailing Hounds followed and pounced. The man's screams echoed briefly before dissolving into a sickening crunch of bones and tearing flesh.
"So," Naaman said, his voice as calm as the eye of a storm.
