While Althea and the others were worrying about the children, Newcomers watched as the territory get rebuilt at the speed visible to the naked eye.
"So this is Alterra…" Nana mumbled as she looked around, observing and absorbing the new sight. The others, as well as the dwarves who were hanging off of them, were doing the same thing.
Walls of the structures were cracked, dust and grime were everywhere, many trees and shrubs had been burned or uprooted, and there was debris everywhere.
The town had mostly been decimated, and there was no part of the territory that remained untouched.
This was natural after a war. Rather, the usual sight after a war was like this: destroyed streets splattered with blood and grime, and the entire territory filled with desolation.
This was regardless of whether they won or not.
In a big war, there was only a loser and a bigger loser.
