Chapter 376 - Smoke and Silence After the Storm

The moment Mikhailis stepped out of the ruined catacombs and into the open air, a sharp, acrid scent hit his nose. Smoke. The thick, eye-watering kind that clung to his tongue when he swallowed, forcing a sour taste down his throat. Burnt wood, charred stone, and the unmistakable metallic tinge of blood in the air. He paused on a ragged slab of stone that jutted out from the half-collapsed courtyard floor, letting his gaze wander around what had once been a lively meeting spot for merchants and travelers.