"Oh, God."
Elijah's horrified voice came from beside me as he placed his hand over his mouth.
I quietly looked in front of me.
As soon as we got the news of the massacre, we quickly moved, only to be greeted by... this.
The city that was burned to the ground by the Dead God.
Smoke still rose from the rubble, curling upward like the ghosts of the fallen.
Ash blanketed the streets in grey, burying what little color had once lived here.
Buildings were nothing more than cracked skeletons of stone and steel.
Trees those that hadn't been devoured or twisted into flesh stood blackened and dead.
There were no screams anymore.
Only silence.
And the stench that burned my lungs.
Aimar stepped up beside Elijah, his voice quieter than usual. "They didn't even get the chance to run…"
There were no bodies left, nor a drop of blood.
Everything organic had been… absorbed. Converted. Gone.
My stomach twisted as I looked away.
That… thing destroyed everything.
