Their steps continued, and Jaden looked at the situation of the once opulent land of Fatherion.
Most of the buildings were in ruins, rubble piled the roads and the walls, severed limbs littered the cracked, filled ground and worst of all was... the human bodies buried under the rubble.
It appeared the forces of humanity didn't even have enough time to collect the bodies of those who had died due to the sudden appearance of high-ranked dreamgates.
"Blasted hell..." he cursed under his breath and asked Navin, "What district are we in right now?"
"Eastern District."
He nodded and continued with his questions, "Where are we going?"
"We are going to the camp... that's where the teachers and other students are."
"Where is the camp?"
"The only place with enough strength to not fall under the weight of these gates — The Imperial Palace," Arden answered with a slight smile.
"I see..." he mumbled and looked at the far end of the eastern district where the Imperial palace was.
