Dissenter

A kingdom of rubble and death — that’s what this is. As he walks through the streets, he can smell the topnotes of burning flesh clinging to the air. It is thick and heavy, and difficult to breathe in. The German could have gone anywhere — the thick smoke from a burning building nearby obscures the sun and sends invisible tendrils of cold air coursing over his cheeks. There is only one sense he can trust, only one that has not been entirely overwhelmed by the destruction surrounding him — the telltale crackling of nearby flames is the only sound in the otherwise barren landscape.

A momentary flash of silver to his left follows the sound of stone crushing under boot.

The chase is on once again.