In another part of the city, a group of savage men was drenched in rain as they moved through the desolate street, filled with broken and burnt cars, and half-destroyed buildings.
The group of savage men moved with a sense of urgency, their steps quick and nimble as they navigated the desolate street.
Additionally, fear was etched onto their faces, visible even through the heavy downpour that drenched them to the bone.
Their bodies were lean and muscular, their movements fluid and calculated as they scanned their surroundings with sharp, vigilant eyes.
Furthermore, the rain pelted down upon them, turning the empty street into a river of mud and grit, but the men pressed on undeterred, their fear giving way to a desperate determination.
They moved like shadows, their footfalls light and barely audible as they crept through the empty alleyways and between abandoned buildings.
