A week passed before the Alliance arrived in the Western Regions of Elysium.
The devastation that they had seen made even the most veteran Warriors turn pale.
Countless Kingdoms and Empires had been razed to the ground.
Their rich history, gone.
Their dignities, trampled.
Those who passed through these places didn't know what had happened to their people.
There was not a single corpse that could be seen laying on the ground.
"Maybe they've been eaten," one of the Dragon Borns muttered.
His statement wasn't far-fetched because Abyssal Creatures were technically Monsters and Demons. They ate the flesh of other Demons, so eating the flesh of Humans, and the other races of Elysium was normal to them.
"If they were eaten then good," a Beast Kin commented. "But, if they weren't, I can't even think about the fate that befell them."
No one knew how to reply to the Beast Kin's comment. If the people of these Kingdoms and Empires were indeed eaten then they would no longer suffer.
