Rumble—
An expansive city lay in ruins.
"What the hell happened here?" Ryan muttered in surprise, his voice a mere whisper, yet managed to echo throughout the desolate sight.
Although, he expected the central city to be half destroyed.
But where are the civilians? There was no drop of blood and no expected bodies littering the floor.
Shhhii- Hiss-
Ryan saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the asphalt. He turned his head and glimpsed a green shadow in the wreckage. Branches stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another with wooden fingers. A stem suddenly crawled to his side like a snake and nudged him gently.
It was Tracy's plant magic probing around for more survivors, motioning him to come over.
Ryan and Andrew exchanged glances, jumped through the manhole, and began to climb down. Soon, their hands were sticky with sap.
