Eerie. Silent. Empty.
Such thoughts echoed within Magnus Kome's mind, timed to each forward pace. For him, this location was undiscovered, but his previous journeys encompassed enough places of this type that noisy footsteps felt out of place. Normally, an incredible energy filled the streets, granting the people an energized hustle to their travels. His memories contained many a merry scene; the ways in which humans celebrated life proved vast and diverse. From the cacophony of horns to the cloud of speech among the travelers, the swell of noise a place like this generated sometimes proved deafening.
Not here. No. Without a word, the steel monoliths held their spears upwards; the light gone from their innumerable eyes. The streets appeared like lines on graph paper; their intersections and length infinite. A ghastly, whistling wind sucked the already lifeless atmosphere dry; Magnus closed his eyes, shivering as it swept past. Looking up, he saw only a dark blanket that hanged over the city like a plague. It churned, rolled over itself, trying to survive the only way it could in the most futile manner possible.
The six foot, four inch Ignian had been low on energy for some time now; the air around him that once rippled with an excited, intense heat now wobbled from side to side. His armor perhaps remained the only thing in prime condition; a weaving of super-compressed rock and stainless steel stood firm and ever ready for combat. Two eighteen inch blades, also forged from stainless steel, sat atop the armor pieces attached at his wrists. His skin also remained tougher than ever, blessed with an increased carbon content. Lowering his head once again, he gazed down the endless street. He could almost make out some sort of silhouette, but it was too dark to tell.
He had hoped to find a fire here, but all he saw was a void.
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