From a first glance on top the mountainside, Kion could see a beautiful town. A place bustling with life and vigour, where fishermen sold sweet smelling fish at the market stalls while merchants bartered spices and other street food.
It was a cosy place, a place that seemed to function well on its own without any form of outside influence.
But then Kion began to notice the details.
Areas that were destroyed and abandoned, devoid of any signs of life. The available pekple only resided within certain areas connecting to the central part of the town. No one lived near the sea coast, as could be seen by the abandoned boats and ferries floating ominously near the shore. Pillars of smoke rose from certain homes.
On a closer look, Port Tabara looked like a town of war.
Penelope gasped at the sight.
"My, this is aweful." She said from behind him.
"Makes you wonder how long it's been since this all started."
