Once he was out of his daze, Desmond retraced his steps from the direction he had followed Lydia. The further into this ruined version of his city he went into, though, the more devastation he encountered. Countless homes had been torn apart by some unknown force, even the sidewalk had been cracked and broken in places. The closer he got to the center of the city, the more he began to see what he could only assume to be the source of the destruction.

Dark, pulsing vines ...