Six months went by in the blink of an eye...
Sitting behind a table, Cain glanced outside the window beside him absentmindedly.
Soft streaks of faint sunlight poured down the window and into the room, providing illumination to the otherwise bleak setting.
He was in a small room no bigger than seventy square feet on size.
There was a normal wooden chair and desk, most likely scavenged from the ruins and pieced back together using magic.
Behind him was a strange-looking arch covered in archaic runes and glyphs.
Other than that, the room looked rather normal.
The painting that once decorated the walls had become faded, adding even more dreariness to the atmosphere.
Cain let out a sigh.
Rebuilding had not been easy.
After the battle was over, there had been a lot to do.
Although the outcome of the battle had been a huge win for the entirety of the humans within the City of Zoan, it did not magically remove the bad blood between certain groups.
