"The city it is." Connor said, already beginning his long stride into the forest. Each step he took, he felt a slight quake in the ground, and a slight shaking of the trees. The smell of morning dew wafted past, with slight hints of ash in the air. Probably some dragon spewing fire somewhere. That wouldn't be surprisingly. The vast expanse of emerald leaves and notched trunks reached out for miles. His feet seemed to pierce the canopy of leaves, leaving a large, empty hole.

In the distance, Connor would make out several tall, spiraling tower heads. One of them, one of the tallest, was very visibly missing a large chunk of it. The smell of smoke was beginning to become stronger. At least it didn't seem to be on fire, showing that at least some of the anarchy had ended since he had last seen it. Connor hoped that maybe the other golem wasn't there anymore. Around the beginning of it all, he had spotted a giant, iron wrought humanoid.

The golem had lumbered about, and each step it took, it seemed to wipe out a massive crowd of anarchists. It didn't seem to be really seeing anything going around it, and if it did, he doubted it cared. Dragons had flown around the thing, spewing fire and trying to take it out, but the flames had simply covered chunks of his arms with grey ash. The golem was probably the size of a skyscraper, and nothing seemed to be on par with it. He was lucky it didn't stomp him.

After milling about the city for a while, the golem had decided to rest a hand against a skyscraper. This, as expected, caused a chunk of the massive tower to fall, nearly crushing Connor if it had just been a little closer. After that, Connor decided to run far away from that part of the city, and maybe hide out in another area. Maybe another golem it's size decided to fight, and they both died. Or maybe it tripped and impaled itself on an electrical tower. Connor continued his walk, getting closer and closer.