Under the pitch-black night sky, three figures traversed through the ruins, occasionally bending down to gently stroke the edges of the destroyed architecture with their thumbs.
Luo Ying pushed aside a collapsed building, revealing the tragic sight hidden beneath.
At the time of the catastrophe, skyscrapers were toppled by the shockwaves before the crowds nestled inside even had a chance to dodge, were mercilessly crushed to death by the falling buildings, with not even a complete corpse left behind.
Two hundred years had passed since then, the bodies had long turned to bones. Through these skeletal remains, the trio seemed to see the look of terror on the faces of these people from hundreds of years ago at the moment of their deaths.
"Alas" the three sighed, documenting what they observed.
"Zhou Tian's World No.12 Report, currently on an unknown planet, no survivors have been found."
