The next day,
In the center of New York, chaos and terror reigned as a Catastrophe Level quest unfolded with dramatic urgency.
The streets, usually bustling with the vibrant life of the city, were now scenes of despair and frantic activity as people still continued to evacuate.
As if the threat of the Thundering Reaper wasn't enough, the devils had to play a cruel joke on them by putting up such an evil quest in their world.
At the epicenter of this terrifying scenario stood a dark, ominous bomb, its stony shell black and intricately carved with eerie demonic runes that glowed intermittently with a fiery red light.
The bomb, roughly spherical and about the size of a small car, sat heavily on the pavement, its jagged edges casting sinister shadows.
Through its cursed, translucent crystal, a swirling vortex of dark energy pulsed and expanded, signaling impending doom.
