[Queens.]
The dragon team arrived in Queens, the once-bustling borough now transformed into a desolate, ash-covered hunting ground. They bypassed the collapsed highways and headed straight towards Grace's family house, following behind her as she led them through the air, navigating the familiar skyline that was now scarred by the apocalypse.
"Over there--"
Grace froze mid-air, her hand trembling violently as she stared at the ruins of the sprawling estate below. The iron-wrought perimeter was shredded like paper, and half of the luxurious, multi-story mansion was completely leveled into a pile of smoking rubble.
"Come on." Mirabella placed a hand on her shoulder, an anchor of cold reality, as the group slowly nodded, descending and landing softly on the debris-littered ground.
"This?" Grace moved her horrified gaze on the destroyed gate, then at the mansion, her heart pounding against her ribs as she searched for any sign of life amidst the destruction.
