Walking down from the carriage, Elise's eyes froze at the building. She could still remember how luxurious the manor was but now, the lime colored walls had turned pitch black, barely keeping the frame of the building. The fire had been extinguished with the time that passed by, but it felt to her as if she could still see the smoke.
Only a few days had passed and people's life disappeared in a blink. Elise didn't know what to feel of it as somewhere in her heart she felt empty.
"Milord, greetings," bowed a young man, and Elise remembered who it was, the man was Dalton Lone, the same person who had announced the news of John's death.
"Greetings," replied Ian with a nod, "A day is all it takes for what that once look splendid to turn to nothing. Is that his family?" asked Ian to the people who cried from afar. Elise saw a woman dressed in black with a black veil covering her face as she continued to cry.