Above the city are two juvenile angels, one provoking the other to fly down into the city under the city, where the holy light won't reach. He mocks his brother 'Fly down, you coward -we all did it once!'
Ramus slams an inn's door.
'Le... Let's go home.' the mocking angel murmurs, the cowardly angel hastily nods.
In the midst of the sprawling city, full of life and laughter, walls crumble and bricks split.
A growing shadow blocks out the light, dancing on facades and in windows almost as if flames would
devour the air.
In the deep, an old watchtower falls into ruin.
The Tower marks a city.