Amora slipped past the fallen gate, weaving around the unmanned guard station. In happier times, a member of Relic's police force would greet her, ask Amora her business, and help her find her way around the city. Those days were long gone, as even that one sign of civilization is worn and peeling paint.<br/><br/>Amora was now just past the gates in the obsidian quarter, the poorest section of the city. Most of the buildings had already met the forces of time badly. They had collapsed in on themselves, or were crumbling apart. Even the ground seemed to carry it's burden with great difficulty. Everything was leaning towards the east, as if there were some great weight in the city. It was here that the old hag had said the Cursed was first fought, and by the looks of things the battle didn't end for quite some time.<br/><br/>The wind suddenly stopped. It seemed not even it would enter this damned city.