The party walked for hours through the dead city.
Nathan watched the buildings pass by. They were all the same. Grey stone. Broken windows. Collapsed roofs. The ash on the ground was thick and soft, and it muffled their footsteps. The only sounds were their breathing and the occasional creak of a loose door swinging in a wind that did not exist.
The sky did not change. The light stayed grey and weak. Nathan could not tell if it was morning or afternoon or evening. Time felt strange here. Like it had stopped.
Garrett walked beside him. Red was next to Garrett, his wool soft and grey from the ash. "This place gives me the creeps," Garrett said. "It's like walking through a graveyard. A really big graveyard."
"It is a graveyard," Smithy said. He was walking behind them with his Void Eel. "The whole world is a graveyard. We're walking on the graves of an entire civilization."
