The once great Sethiyan Federation, Georgetown.
The magnificent Congress Building had collapsed into several pieces on the pitted asphalt road, forming a veritable mountain.
The streets were littered with crippled tanks and burning human corpses.
Yaha rode a black ram, ambling down the charred street while his Dead Man Army was clearing the area nearby, occasional spurts of resistance could be heard, but they were quickly extinguished.
Following behind him were two squads of Dead Soldiers, and at his side, even more formless followers of the dead.
"Ah... Divine Power Tianyang, the New World has truly arrived, I was not mistaken, I chose the correct path, I am basking in the glory of god," Baphomet said contentedly, looking at the soldiers kneeling on the roadside, his tone carrying a mix of relief and scorn.
"Don't get cocky, Baphomet. You're still... under His scrutiny," Yaha said.
