Bel stood at the edge of the village, eyes scanning the ruins cautiously.
His steps were slow, almost silent as he moved forward. The scent in the air was unmistakable: blood, heavy and fresh enough to indicate recent violence.
He narrowed his violet eyes, the slit pupils sharpening as he focused on the lingering energy around them.
"Do you sense it?" Midas asked casually, walking a few paces ahead. "The lingering tragedy. Humans are fascinating, aren't they? So fragile, yet capable of so much destruction."
Bel didn't respond immediately, his attention caught by a broken wall covered in scorch marks. He touched it gently, feeling residual heat and the bitter sting of a recent fire.
Midas chuckled softly, turning to Bel with an amused look.
