The impact subsided, the smoke cleared, and the underground sewer, now bearing no resemblance to its former self, revealed its tragic state.
The ground around the epicenter of the conflict had completely caved in, forming a deep pit like that from a meteor strike, still emitting wisps of blue smoke. Cracks spread out like a spiderweb, with concrete, bricks, rocks, and soil all shattered. Metal pipes were brutally torn and twisted, standing amid the rubble like the withered branches of a dying tree, exuding a sense of decay and desolation that was oddly disturbing and sent a chill down one's spine.
If there were still more people possessing such power;
If the conflicts among these people continued to erupt and escalate;
If this force were to be thrown into a total war gambling on the survival of their races;
Undoubtedly, it would not be surprising at all if the entire world turned into the wasteland before us.
