Eve couldn't help but lament that the Broken Dome, once solid as a fortress, had turned into a dangerous building in such a short time.
The piercing wind swept in, carrying the few people, dispersing the lingering heat below and revealing the dome's ruined remnants.
"Arthur would cry..."
Red Falcon murmured to himself.
This was the Round Table Conference Room, a place that Shao Liangye and a few others still remembered. Just earlier, they had held a meeting here, and now it had become part of the ruins. The tall dome was completely shattered, glass littered the ground, with only a few charred and bent supports pointing skywards.
The most heartbreaking sight was the massive round table standing amid the ruins. It had already withstood the test of time, covered in scratches and holes, but now it was shrouded in a layer of black charcoal.
A third of it had been burned to charcoal, with a few faint glows remaining, a once symbolic object of glory, now fallen into decay.
