I looked up ahead.
The high wall of the Ebony Tower seemed as if it was cut clean just a couple of meters above its base, most of its front section was demolished into debris that was currently blocking my path.
Using my innate ability, I raised several dozen earthen hands from the ground and made them clear the rubble in an instant.
I was then about to resume walking… but instead, I saw something that made me pause.
There, sitting on the topmost steps leading up to the wide double doors, was Casey.
She was leaning back against the shattered stone frame, her head tilted up toward the early morning sky.
Her blue hair was matted with sweat and dirt, dark red scabs running through the strands.
Her sleeveless black vest was shredded at the side, exposing skin that was a mottled, sickly blue-black from having a few fractured ribs.
