Adam had seriously overestimated himself, thinking he could journey the lands of Mabi all by himself.
Had it been a time when he wasn't gravely injured and his mind fractured, he could have wandered the island continent without fearing for his life.
But now, as things stood…
He found himself on the outskirts of a shattered city.
The youth sat inside the remnants of what might have been a guard's quarters or a modest dwelling once upon a time. His body was riddled with fresh scars, and he was gasping for air. He took this brief moment of respite to recuperate what little strength he had.
The roof of the dilapidated room was long gone, rain seeping through jagged cracks, while the walls lay broken and scarred.
Piles of rubble littered the streets, and the air smelled of damp stone and decay. Each step echoed through the hollowed shells of buildings, serving as a grim reminder of a city long abandoned and forgotten.
