A decade ago, a mana storm turned a bustling merchant city into a ghost town. Many died, many mutated, and many disappeared.
Even now, after the council’s painstaking effort to restore the land, people remained wary of the ravaged place. For good reason.
Ten years on, echoes of the fierce storm continued. Certain spots replayed moments in the past on repeat like a broken record, some crossroads didn’t connect to the right paths, and every few months, one of the vanished victims reappeared, looking exactly the same as the day they disappeared.
For the past five years, he had helped these people as part of the reintegration committee. It was an organization run by volunteers, but he wasn’t in it for the money.
He lost his parents and two older siblings in the storm. One day, they would return. He was sure of it. And when they did, he wanted to be there to welcome them back.