Rogue stood in the middle of a small park, once filled with children full of potential, now empty. As was the whole city. After the attack, the mountain had become unstable. In fact, it could collapse on top of him any second. He had been allowed one more visit to this majestic city he barely knew. Rogue left the park, and started along the path to the exit. A Marketplace, where dozens had once gathered to shop. Empty. An office building, where countless people gathered to work. Empty. A city, where thousands had once lived in happiness. Empty. As Rogue left Arcadia, he felt as if there was now an unfillable void in his soul. And it would be forever empty.