Wherever the eye could see, there was nothing but slaughter and death.
Boats, houses, courtyards, churches—all reduced to rubble, the creations of civilization turned to ash in a single night.
The humans who created these marks of civilization could not escape the destructive violence either, swallowed up by the torrent of power, then tortured and burned to extinction by the inferno of hell.
The landscape began to transform again, the city swallowed by fire—Gernika. Everywhere there were collapsed ruins and charred bodies contorted in bizarre positions. Some places were blocked by crowds of people fleeing, and after these people had been burnt to death, their bodies still clogged the streets. From among the pile of corpses, a tender arm stretched towards the sky. The gesture seemed to be pleading for help, or perhaps reaching for the red sky. Now, it simply remains rigidly frozen in place—
Gazing at death and destruction, Li Lin remained unchanged, watching coldly.
