There were some things in the world that suggested power without anyone opening their mouths with explanation of importance. Some places that advertised their might even as the grounds began to crumble away. Even as the obvious original majesty was rendered poorly due to weather or the secondary conditions befalling them after abrupt abandonment.
Urithiru was one of those places.
A tower that seemed to touch the sky stretched onward... Or perhaps it was only the low cloud cover that made it appear as impossibly massive as it did.
It truly was mighty. Looking at it, one could almost feel the intensity inside, even before stepping foot within the confines. If one could even bring themselves to do so.
As wonderfully powerful a fortress as it appeared, it also held a tired look. Exhausted from years of torment brought down upon it.
It might have been condemned as abandoned if it weren’t for the grounds outside filled with sudden activity.
There was a panicked air hovering low over the wide open dusty plains. Screams of the injured, soldiers in a variety of colored uniforms hurrying past, carrying trays too quickly enough to discern what was on them. General discord after an obvious battle? Or so could be assumed. Though, aside from the injured, there was no evident signs that the battle had been engaged there.
Small oddities that could be taken note of if it weren’t for the rush.
“Hey, you!” A gruffy soldier [though most everyone on the field currently could be described in much the same way] in blue threw out his arm, pointing to the solitary figure standing stationary in the whirlwind otherwise erupting about. “Yes, you!! Get your storming ass over here! You still on your feet?”
