Noah and Morgana sprinted through the now-deserted streets of Lunathiel.
Every building stood shrouded in darkness, with the city's lights having gone out completely. The only illumination came from the distant World Tree, whose unnatural crimson flames cast an ominous glow across the night sky.
Few dead bodies lay in corners.
Noah felt just how dire current situation was.
Morgana ran alongside Noah at a speed that matched his own, her expression serious as she scanned their surroundings.
"Are you sure the teleportation gates are working?" Noah asked while running.
"Well, the last report I received confirmed that they were still operational," Morgana replied. "At least, they were working when I last contacted them."
Noah nodded, his gaze fixed on the street ahead.
For some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.
'Something tells me those gates aren't going to work anymore.'
