[ The closer Zhongli approaches, the more the scene becomes clear. People that had greeted them on their nightly walks lay face-down in the ground or in the many ponds dotting the fair city, blood pooling onto the cobblestones underfoot. Young, old, middle-aged, Millelith and civilians alike - there is no discrepancy, only slaughter.
There are points where the fire appears to burn the hottest, places that will become all the more familiar to Zhongli as he makes his way through the burning city. Wanming Restaurant, Liuli Pavillion, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the Northland Bank ... had it been a cooking fire that had started it? No, that wouldn't explain the bodies and the blood. Everything burns through the city like fire on dry grass, eating, devouring, consuming all in its path with a fervor like a great, blazing beast.
Zhongli could probably try and put out the fires, try to look and see if there's any alive to evacuate. But save for the lick and crackle of flames all around him, there is no other sound of life.
Instead, there are several paths. One that leads out of the city proper into the countryside in the direction of the Golden House. There's another that leads to the docks themselves, one leading to the burning Northland Bank, and then yet another heading back the way he's come. Decisions, decisions... ]
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There are points where the fire appears to burn the hottest, places that will become all the more familiar to Zhongli as he makes his way through the burning city. Wanming Restaurant, Liuli Pavillion, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the Northland Bank ... had it been a cooking fire that had started it? No, that wouldn't explain the bodies and the blood. Everything burns through the city like fire on dry grass, eating, devouring, consuming all in its path with a fervor like a great, blazing beast.
Zhongli could probably try and put out the fires, try to look and see if there's any alive to evacuate. But save for the lick and crackle of flames all around him, there is no other sound of life.
Instead, there are several paths. One that leads out of the city proper into the countryside in the direction of the Golden House. There's another that leads to the docks themselves, one leading to the burning Northland Bank, and then yet another heading back the way he's come. Decisions, decisions... ]