What used to be expensive furniture was now firewood packed together in a pile. The fancy dining table now lay in splinters beside what remained of his plush leather armchair.
The entire area was leveled, but strangely, only the remains of Leo's building were left behind.
With everything crumbled to pieces, the only thing they could think about at the moment was to give the remains one last worth.
It was already night after all, so they made a campfire with the wood splinters. The flames danced and crackled, sending up sparks into the air.
It wouldn't have been possible if not for Brok, given the state of their vicinity and the current time.
There were no shops or supermarkets around to purchase a lighter, and even if they decided to travel far, it was already too late in the night. No one would dare sell actively at this time, especially due to the rules the FSG placed on the entire country.
