Bab 143: Friendly Fire

The settlement appeared as though an army had swept right through, the homes, once filled with warmth and laughter, were mostly collapsed, covered in mould and decaying, the walls letting the element intrude for they had been mercilessly broken down.

The grave heat of the now separated twin suns bore down from above, producing a greatly bright light, making it difficult to make out the finer details, but one thing was clear, everything reeked of death and decay, not a single blade of grass remained, the soil was barred, puddle of black liquid were everywhere, stray limbs decorated the frail trees, they had lost all of their colours, now as colourful as a moonless night.