Progenitor City
Nerphyl walked with a casual air across the remnants of the city. Though the smoke of the fires had long since dissipated, the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of char still clung to the air. Only the military facilities and the city walls had been intentionally preserved. The houses, towers, and various other structures had been leveled to create the illusion of a city shattered by a violent earthquake.
However, this was merely a camouflage crafted by Wilwatikta to hide the horrors beneath. The cobblestone streets had been hollowed out from below. The ruins of towers and homes served as blind spots. If an enemy force were to march into the remains of Heles, they would actually be treading upon a biological minefield and thin roofs primed to collapse—dropping them directly into subterranean slaughterhouses.
Nedira and the Department of Construction had done an exceptional job of transmuting this city into a gargantuan death trap.
