As Ibaan's body uncontrollably came to a halt near the towering wall, with nothing but instincts and despite the sharp agony in his whole body, he forced himself to his feet.
The dust in the surroundings slowly started disappearing, letting the chaos become visible to his tired eyes. The completely destroyed forest—his heart ached as he realised how beautiful it had looked when he had first arrived here. After passing through the towering walls, the shrubs, herbs, the sprouting flowers and trees—none of them were left now.
What stood before him now was nothing but torn ground, broken trunks, and wood pieces scattered across the place. The ground looked wounded, as if something had ripped the life out of it in one violent breath. The air felt heavy, empty, and far too quiet for a place that once breathed with colour.
And the sole reason was him and the filthy creature! How ironic it was! He had never expected such a beautiful place to end up like this.
