She stood up from the floor and dusted her hands. The 30 feet wall tower had a stunning view from above. It showed all the attractive yet aging buildings of City Two. All varying in shape and size. In the farthest long distance was the south tower—a circular brick wall enclosed everything within and protected the whole perimeter of the city. Despite the town being ancient, what brought it to life were the many trees and vegetation inside.
“I always liked the view,” Jioni said.
Derrin yawned. “I get sick of seeing it every day.”
On the opposite side, outside the city, was a wasteland: buildings were semi-buried in dirt, the windows were completely blown out, and some buildings showed their skeletons. The trees were black, and the grass was yellow. The roads were cracked, just like City Two’s, with the added detriment of being covered in thick sandy dust.
There was nothing but the wasteland. The stars illuminated the night sky and tried to hide the hideous wasteland below. But the sand and stars competed for visibility.
Jioni turned back to Derrin. He leaned on the tower wall with his arms crossed and his chin high.
