This Is FreedomFire and smoke were all that remained of Osamaia. The city, once densely populated and bustling with trade and for_eigners, was now reduced to cinders. There was no one left. If you walked down the streets, youd still see the tattered re_mains of various propaganda and a certain white haired woman who limped down the debris filled street, clutching her stomach, and only one thing on her mind. Destroying the Ternasida. The last of her village, the only