The giant eagle soared across the skies at the edge of the wasteland, taking in everything happening on the ground below. In Azmole's eyes, the events in these polluted areas seemed much as he remembered them—the great walls still blocked off that destructive boundary, and the polluted land and mutated forests sprawled like scars over the ancient empire's territories. The light emitted from the energy fields reflected onto the distant clouds like a light-forged city wall piercing the heavens and the earth, while the civilized world...the civilized world was still on the other side of the mountains.
But when he focused his perception on the eagle's gaze, things that hadn't appeared in his memory came into view before him.
