The once vibrant city now lay in ruins, a haunting spectacle of destruction. As Bishop Austin moved through the desolate streets, the heavy rainfall of blood and death served as a relentless reminder of the catastrophic events unfolding around him. The city, once full of life and activity, had been reduced to a pile of rubble and despair.
Every corner he turned, every alley he traversed, revealed scenes of devastation. The remains of once-living beings lay scattered on the streets, their bodies slowly being devoured by the merciless blood rain or the relentless monsters roaming the city. The bishop's heart weighed heavy with grief and anger, witnessing the consequences of the malevolent forces that had unleashed chaos upon the once-thriving academic city.
'The pope should've already heard by now....'
