Emery and the others emerged from the spatial gate atop a barren hill several miles away from the red-labeled city.
Heavy desert winds swept endlessly across the wasteland, carrying dry sand through the air in thick waves that reduced visibility. Even so, from their elevated position, the five Grand Magus experts could still clearly see the city below.
It was empty.
Not damaged.
Not burning.
The sight immediately created an uncomfortable feeling within the group.
Without wasting time, Anderson led them forward. In only a few steps, the five figures crossed the distance and arrived directly before the city gates.
The gates stood fully open.
Not forced open.
Not broken.
Simply abandoned.
Inside, the streets looked disturbingly normal.
Doors remained partially open at odd angles as though their owners had only stepped away briefly. Market stalls still displayed fruits, fabrics, and pottery slowly rotting beneath the dry heat.
No bodies.
No blood.
No wreckage.
Nothing.
