I had fallen farther from the city than I expected, but I did not fly towards it in order not to attract attention from the Arcanist fighting in the sky. I used Stormstep to cross hundreds of meters with each step I took, so I was moving faster than most Adepts would be able to track.
As I moved closer to the city, the smell of death hit me before I saw it, and although I had smelled some very terrible things in my life, this one was worse than all of them… combined.
It was then that I came across the major road that led into the city, and I paused, shock and horror filling me to the extent that I almost stopped breathing.
The road in front of me was lined with the dead, and they had not been left the dignity of dying, as their bodies had been worked on afterward. The bodies were deposited on both sides of the road, as if they wanted to ensure that the road was not blocked, and at a glance, the bodies should be in thousands, maybe even more, but I did not want to count.
