He began to climb down from the platform through the stairs, and as he did, he began to create more glowing red orbs around himself, lighting up the area.
The air was strangely fresh— not something Atrox expected— but when he thought about it, he realized that there must be some kind of magic or enchantment that allowed the free flow of air.
'....Why don't they just build it above ground and save us all the stress...' Atrox grumbled inwardly.
The buildings were almost similar to what was seen back in the Clan among the lower clan members. Atrox picked a street that he thought would make him reach the Commander's building quickly, and he stuck to it.
His balls of glowing light followed behind him like little stars. It unnerved him—the way silence and darkness lay thick between the buildings. It was strange, walking through a dead village.