Meanwhile, back in the ruins of what used to be Volkorye, Nadya stood in deep silence.
Now that things were over, a wave of emotions and thoughts struck her.
Eyes vacant. Lips trembling. Smoke and ash curled around her like ghosts refusing to move on. She stared at the blackened skeletons of what used to be and the scorched earth beneath her boots - what remained of the town she'd once called home.
Volkorye.
The town of wolves.
Legend said her family had protected it for generations, raising wolves, warding off beasts and bandits, surviving everything the world threw at them.
But now?
There was nothing left to protect.
Not a wall. Not a home. Not a howl in the distance.
Just silence.
And it wasn't the destruction that shook her most - it was the finality of it all.
This was where she'd grown up. Where she'd returned after the world fell to the Z Virus. Where she'd rebuilt something out of the ruins. A peaceful and safe town for the people.
All of it, gone.
