Chapter 749: Huran

The paved streets were blasted apart and left riddled with chunks of debris, whilst pieces of the streets were displaced thanks to the attack that happened to the city; the attack, and the quickness of nature to reclaim that which once belonged to it, roots and grasses sprawling around and beneath the streets while flora grew beside the destroyed homes, growing undisturbed by mortal hands.

Huran was a ghost town, the various destroyed buildings and rubble covered streets completely desolate and devoid of any sentient life, with the only sign of mortals having once lived here - besides the structures and the like - being the bones and skeletons that were strewn about, their flesh already rotted away and picked clean by whatever scavengers had come through, leaving only the whitish, calcified fragments of these humans behind.