As they approached the city, Dryden could feel the gloomy atmosphere that hung over it like a heavy cloak.
They entered inside, there was not even a soldier guarding the city gate.
Even though Waydale city was poor compared to other cities, at the least, there should be a good amount of residents living in it. But now, he can hardly see any people in sight.
"What's going on?" one of the commanders asked, looking around in confusion.
The group continued to walk through the city, and as they did, they didn't see any soldiers at all, and many buildings had been damaged or destroyed. People were huddled in their homes, too afraid to venture outside.
As they walked deeper into the city, they came across a group of men who were dressed in ragged clothing and had unkempt hair. One of them stepped forward, his eyes scanning the group greedily.
"Give us your money and weapons," he demanded, brandishing a rusty knife.