Seven Hills, Saint Nalos Cathedral.
This place is the root source of catastrophe, the core of endless flames and death, like a collapsing vortex that drags countless lives into its dark and profound abyss.
Lawrence walked along the desolate streets, strolling around the burning ruins of Saint Nalos Cathedral. He could feel the erosion rolling like a tide, its intensity frighteningly high, yet oddly, after reaching a peak, everything quieted down.
Yes, silence, absolute deathly silence.
Under such immeasurable erosion, all life withers, leaving behind a tranquil desolation. It's like the eye of a storm at sea, an unnerving deathly silence spreading across this land.
"All destroyed, huh."
Lawrence's voice carried a sense of nostalgia as he casually kicked away a shattered sculpture.
