After finishing the talk with the Imperial Scion, Kael stood at the top of one of the clock towers and looked down at the city below.
The city was still being rebuilt.
Broken roads were being repaired. Burned houses were slowly rising again. Soldiers and civilians moved side by side, carrying stones, wood, and supplies. The sound of hammers and voices filled the air. Life was returning, but the scars of war were still everywhere.
Kael's gaze slowly shifted.
It fell on the statue of the four heroes standing proudly in the center of the city.
His jaw tightened.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath.
"Why is everything damaged except them?"
The statues stood untouched, clean and proud, as if the war had carefully avoided them. Kael felt irritation crawl up his chest.
"I missed my chance," he clicked his tongue. "I should have broken them when the fighting was going on."
