Destruction.
Pure Destruction, or perhaps Pointless Destruction?
No, simply Destruction.
Destruction came in black ashen skies, lustrous flames, and debris littered what looked like a fortress. Countless bodies were sprawled all over the place, some dangling from buildings, others cut into pieces or missing limbs. Of course, some dead here and there had been killed through other means such as being gunned down or cut down, even pierced through. Some even had holes in their bodies, but one thing was sure: Destruction had come.
"Guys!? Anyone!?" A voice called out, hands clutched to her chest as she looked all over the place, trying to find her friends. Her navy blue jeans and white tee with a cute design of flowers had been in tatters and covered in dust. Even parts looked blacken from the ashes that had filled that atmosphere around.
