Revisiting old haunts

Amber City.

This city, which had flourished along the Agate River, had fallen into utter ruin in a single night.

The disaster that night had left such deep scars on Amber City that, even if the survivors wanted to rebuild it, they could no longer restore its former glory. Soren walked along the ruined streets. The once-smooth paved roads had all but turned into muddy tracks, as there was not enough money to repair them. In this once-thriving city, many crumbling buildings still stood amid the broken walls left by the fire.

At night, near the Potter's Field, the weeping of ghosts could be heard from far away.

Too many innocent people had died in Amber City that night. Some of their wraiths still lingered in the mortal world, wandering near the Potter's Field where Soren had first discovered the treasure cave.

Soren arrived in the Cemetery District.

In a corner at its very edge, he found a small burial mound. It was the grave of the loyal old dog Heath. Everything that had happened was still vivid in his mind, but now he had earned the right to stand above the clouds and look down upon the masses.

Amber City's docks had fallen into disuse.

Merchants no longer came here, and the turmoil on the continent hardly favored trade. All that remained was a stretch of dilapidated warehouses, their empty interiors long left unswept. Soren even spotted the warehouse where he had once practiced his lockpicking, but now its doors stood wide open, with not a soul in sight.

There were quite a few beggars!

Soren saw many impoverished people begging. Intimidated by his presence, they dared not approach him, but still looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Ah."

Soren let out a soft sigh and casually tossed out