Gazalin's first city, Tanville. This city, with a population of nearly forty million, sprawling excessively over the plain in the night, mournfully silent.
The hustle and bustle of the past has faded like yesterday's bloom. Building after building, block after block, littered with scarce lights. The city once bustling with endless traffic and brilliant lighting is now so decayed and desolate.
In the pitch-black night, ruins and broken elevated flying highways could be faintly seen. In the corners of the streets or among the ruins, some figures were flickering in the light of bonfires. These people were the original residents, the former masters of this city. But now, they could only gather quietly around the bonfires, warming themselves, staring blankly at the flickering flames.
The only place that seemed bright might be the sixth district not far from the Imperial Palace.
