The once-flourishing and strong city of North Sword had met its end—or so it seemed.
Diana roamed the ruins, her eyes narrowing with disdain at the state of the once-proud city. Clicking her tongue in dissatisfaction, she shook her head as if rejecting the reality before her.
Her gaze swept over the scene until something caught her attention: bones, scattered haphazardly, likely the remains of some unfortunate citizen. The sight of them lying carelessly enraged her.
She sighed heavily and called out to a nearby man who seemed to be either scavenging or searching for something amidst the rubble.
"Hey! Get those bones out of my sight."
The man froze, staring at her for what felt like an eternity. Then, without a word, he smirked, shook his head dismissively, and turned to walk away.