"Father, Mother, where are you?"
The little girl had fled with her parents but got separated by the flow of people in the street and looked around, bewildered. She was knocked to the ground and trampled by countless heavy feet as she cried out in terror.
But no one paid her any attention because her cries were just an insignificant ripple in the overwhelming noise of the scene, and she was trampled to death without anyone noticing.
Many other elderly, women, and children were helplessly knocked down or kicked over in the chaotic surge of people. Various cries, screams, and roars mixed together, composing a bleak symphony of flight.
Beams of light from the sky fell, leaving no place for the bodies of the dead.
To the Absolute Gun Supreme Lord, who released those light beams, the towns below were no different from flies in the air, easily swatted away.
