Ed and Al entered Liore after a dust storm fight, and stopped still. The town was empty, dust bunnies flying through the streets.
You could almost smell the blood and death that had passed through the vacant town. They were here to check out the rumors of a priest who could do miracles. But judging from the ruins of the statues, they had been too late.
Ed kicked a marble shred. "Weird. Talk about being late to the party. What do you think, Al?"
"I think it looks like a ghost town, brother." Al, the armored alchemist, answered frankly.
Ed shuddered. "I was afraid of that."
Walking toward the decimated statue, Ed tripped—on nothing. "Ow! What the hell?"
"D-do you think there are…ghosts?" Al ventured.
Ed looked around wildly. "Course not Al. Don't be silly. That's so unscientific." He kicked the ruined statue again. "Any case, let's make tracks."
"Not so fast, little alchemist…"