With a frown, Zaroth woke up. By reflex, he slammed his fist into the nearby table, shattering it into chunks of wood.
"Again," he groaned, putting his hand over his head. Was it too much to ask for a single night where he doesn't have to be tormented by nightmares?
"I hope once I get rid of the Crimson Sun Empire, they will stop," convinced that this was his one and only salvation, he quickly dressed and went out, intending to take a stroll through the city's streets.
"Wow," once he exited out of the building, he was stunned by the sight. People were going from one direction to another with purpose. Most of them now wore the clothes he had pillaged from the city the other day.
What impressed him the most, however, was that there were a few buildings that already had been restored fully.
"And this happened while I was asleep?" he muttered, appreciating the beauty of the efficiency these people were working with.
