The ruined city was brightened under the warm glow of the evening sun. Jaden stood near the broken statue of Nightshade.
"Hah… finally…" Jaden exhaled as he read the message before him.
"I can finally leave this shithole," he muttered with a slight smile.
Turning around, he looked at the buildings, streets and structures of Nightshade City, which had long since turned into ruins.
"It looks so… sad…" he mumbled as his legs moved by themselves.
His face was covered with the blood that had trickled down his eyes, nose and mouth. His eyes sagged with fatigue, his mana was running low, yet his steps carried him forward without any command.
He didn't force himself to walk—his body simply moved on its own.
He first looked at the ruined hall of the church of knowledge, whose once jade white walls were covered with unidentified plants and moss.
