Half a month later.
In the central district of the Ancient Royal City, inside a barely intact building, a girl with a dusty face, clutching a backpack, cautiously peered her head out of a broken window, carefully observing the situation outside.
What met her eyes was a familiar yet strange sight—streets that still bore the shadows of the once Capital, but at this moment, all the buildings had turned into ruined rubble.
Bodies lay fallen everywhere in the devastated city, the air filled with the stench of decay and death, as the violent magic elements eroded the lingering life, creating an apocalyptic scene.
No matter how many times the Noble Lady had seen this scenery in the past half month, she still couldn't get used to it.
