The realization dawned upon Max as a startling truth - a city transformed into a prison, an arena of horrors. The grand enclosure, once a symbol of their collective will, now stood as their tomb.
His heart pounded against his ribcage as he sprinted through the convulsing city. Tremors traveled like electric shocks beneath his feet, making the ground undulate like a living beast. Buildings quivered, the sky darkened, and the city's lifeblood spilled into the streets in a twisted spectacle of chaos and despair.
A cacophonous of dread filled the air,the harrowing wails of the trapped, the screams of the dying, and the grotesque hissing and chittering of the creatures from the underworld. Max couldn't shut his ears from the sounds, nor could he prevent his mind from painting the horrific tableau. His very survival depended on him not looking back, not getting lost in the abyss of madness that the city had plunged into.
