Since Arthur went to the Human continent, fifty days have passed. For the inhabitant of this doomed continent, this period of time passed in the blink of an eye.
Everywhere one looked, it was chaos. Fleeing families and shouting kids, not wanting to leave their villages and cities.
Arthur ordered the Holy Church to move every living being out of this continent, he didn't tell them to force these people but even without force, it is still doable.
The new Pope did her job properly as after forty days, the continent was practically a ghost land. The grand cities were empty, you could only hear the howling wind or the fighting beasts, which weren't evacuated, obviously.
Enchanted by the incoming doom,
Flowers that could no longer bloom
Skies cloaked by brume
Ash-colored rain wetting the dome
T.h.a.n.k.s-f.o.r-R.e.a.d.i.n.g.
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