Three months had passed, but the capital still hadn't breathed the way it should.
Streets that used to be full of light and life were now surrounded by metal scaffolds and half-built walls.
The Awakened, in different groups, were busy rebuilding using mana and special tools. Some were constructing new walls, some were stabilizing temporary structures, and others simply stood there, staring at the empty space where something no longer existed.
The sky was clear, but no one saw it as a sign of peace.
The war was over… but its effects were still very much alive.
In the middle of this half-living city, Daniel stepped out of their house. A gentle breeze moved his hair, and his gaze swept from above over the city that still hadn't hidden its wounds.
His eyes stopped for a moment.
"…I should go see him."
He had plans to visit Varnos. Before challenging the fourth floor of the Tower, there were things he needed to talk about with him mostly about the future.
