End of An Era

The centuries after the dust settled, Few structures remained. Mars was vacant, empty, red dust had reclaimed previously made green grasses and trees. Wind whistles through the shattered glass of the great dome that had housed the most powerful institute in the galaxy. The Guild's once perfect white buildings, still stood so triumphant against the elements. It filled him with dread to look upon it now half collapsed. This had been the place he'd found friends and allies, people he cared about. Now it lay empty, dilapidated, and ruined.