The ASUV rolled through the roads and allowed Jaden to better look at the world. That had been infested by the horrors he or the people of his past world had only read in fantasy novels or dreamt of in fantasies no less vivid than reality.
Just as he expected, the grass was only greener until one looked beyond the sectors. Even the outskirts were comparatively better than the lands ruled by the horde of dread and fear.
Most of the infrastructure, whether buildings or roads, lay in ruin. The wildlife that inhabited the place was as harrowing as the creatures that made their homes there.
Jaden knew that if this were a fantasy story, this world would have been named hell instead of the mortal world or realm.
The world had no name—because there was no longer a reason to give it one. People had lost too much, they had suffered too much, so that things like giving a name to something felt… meaningless.
