The stink of smoke clung heavier the longer he stood there. Even with the wall looming above him, even with the district around him quieting into nothing but crows and the occasional sob, it wouldn't leave. Merlin dragged a hand down his face, fingers pressing against the grit caught in his skin, and breathed through his teeth.
[Quest Extension Available]
[Next Objective: Unknown]
He flicked the message away with a twitch of thought.
'Unknown. Of course. The system always knows more than me, never enough to actually say it. Just hints, reminders, like I'm too stupid to see it myself.'
He leaned his shoulder against a cracked stone buttress, staring up at the wall. It was scarred but standing. That was something. The silence that stretched out here wasn't relief, though. It was the silence of a wound not closed, just bleeding slower.
Boots scraped behind him again.
