The clouds in the dark sky slowly moved. The moonlight again brightened the ancient city. The black-stoned buildings were broken, with moss forming on their cracks.
The emptiness on the streets. Honestly, it gave a beautiful aesthetic vibe.
The cold wind flew through the streets, brushing against Amon's pale skin.
'This looks so beautiful and calm,' Amon observed the scenery while running through the stone paths.
"Roaaaarrrr!"
Everything would have been perfect here if this thing was not trying to catch Amon.
'It didn't die from the building falling on its body. Well, its scales look too tough,' Amon thought gravely. His body was aching all over.
Each step was painful. Blood flowed from his small wounds. There was also a huge scar on his back, not forgetting some of his broken bones.
This guy should have gone back. But no. He put himself in a crazy mess.
