80 Remains of The Wilkes (1/2)

Dean was barely able to make it to his location as it was already far into the night however his journey was off by a few kilometers.

Sleeping another night meaning he used up 3 days with 4 days left including the day it would take to travel back to the academy.

On the way he met many bandits yet they were surprisingly weak as Dean soon managed to outrun them.

No fighting was done even if birds chased him or lizards wanted to devour him. It would waste too much time if he did so.

Once it was morning, Dean left his temporary camp to tread through the last kilometers and found the place that made up his childhood.

The training area where luscious green grass used to grow had been reduced to black ashes.

He was quite fond of this place as his blood would like to puddle up in this area but even the grass rejected him.

They didn't even put his blood to good use and just allowed it to dry up.

Honestly a waste.

Crops that once provided food for the large family and created a large revenue for spending money was now also ash.

It was a waste of food but what could you do?

The sight of crumbling buildings was much more amusing.

Houses once filled with various colors and different styles of architecture as well as history will eventually return to dust.

Some wood refused to let this end lying down and instead stood up unstably with he lightest breeze making them sway.

Any cloth used were now glued to the ground due to the high temperature that slowly melted the fabric.

Kicking the ashes around, it was a pretty sight to see the small particles fall down.

It was quite disturbing to see the human ashes with charred skin however Dean couldn't help but ignore their dead bodies.

Dean was imagining how big the fire Christian had set off within this house as it destroyed everything and even leeched off the crops nearby.

Would it be bright enough that the moon would reflect off it?

That was a question that can never be answered as the witnesses were most likely dead or silenced.

Wandering around what was once a house, Dean kicked up a mess everywhere as a way to relieve himself of the torture he received at young.

The ability to freely do whatever you wanted without anyone felt incredible. It was the small mild problems in your life that was slowly disappearing.

Although that was one of his purposes, the other one was to look for anything of interest.

He once saw an article of clothing that barely caught on fire however it was for a female due to the design.

Another was a special tableware he remembered his grandfather once had meaning he was currently within his office.