"What thing could have caused this level of destruction?" Valra muttered, her voice low but edged with disbelief.
Her brow furrowed, eyes wide, scanning every shadow as she walked the ruined street, boots crunching over broken asphalt.
The entire street was ruined beyond recognition.
Chasms split the ground where the asphalt had once been smooth; the black surface was now torn and carved by something unnatural, something impossibly strong. Buildings stood gutted, walls cracked and hanging at impossible angles, windows shattered and spilling glass like fallen stardust.
Everywhere, there were strange remains: black metallic fragments.... Most grotesque of all was the lower half of Fallen Nergal's body—his legs and a sliver of hip, sprawled across the shell of a ruined building as if some ravenous beast had bitten him in half.
Black blood dripped steadily from the mangled remains, pooling on the concrete.
Drip...
Drip...
