บท 195: Chapter 169 Unique Welcome Ceremony_2

The once-bustling streets were now empty, the ruined walls a testament to the cruelty of war. Buildings were bombed beyond recognition, with rubble and stones scattered across the streets. Children stood beside piles of debris, watching vehicles come and go, their eyes revealing fear and confusion. Many of them might have lost relatives and homes in the war, forced to face war and life alone at a tender age.

Adults rummaged through ruins, searching for anything still usable, even a plank or an unshattered kettle.

In the war, these were few of the possessions left to the people of Illiguo.

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, gloom pervading the surroundings, with gun smoke concealing the blue sky, as if foretelling an impending storm.