Stairway Terror

Nothing.

Nothing was here but bare land.

The wind along the rooftop was intense and violent. Each time a gust of cold hit Ji Shanqing, it stole some of his body heat away. His cheeks turned numb in the freezing air, yet it didn't stop him from trying. Again, he craned his neck and looked into the distance, hoping eagerly to see something, anything. However, what greeted him was a decaying ruin filled with crude and damaged buildings, the remnants of a once busy and beautiful capital.