He moved away, following the lines of once-familiar streets and waterways. Bodies lay in mounds, clogging the streets likes the dunes swept in from the Golden Sea. It wasn't only dust and smoke that obscured his vision; swarms of bloated flies made the air vibrate with their lazy buzzing. They, at least, were thriving, if only for a time.
This was the world Concordance wanted people to see. The message was simple: Here is the barbarity that has lain hidden beneath the surface of Borial. These are the people's true selves: fallen, bestial, deranged. Or perhaps it was even more simple: This is what life would be like for you if Concordance weren't there to love and protect you.
And perhaps that was right. Perhaps some evil had corrupted the hearts of the people of his world. He'd only been
