Ashley stood in the devastated city, grappling with the overwhelming weight of the situation. The once vibrant city now lay in ruins, the air thick with the nauseating scent of blood. Everything had spiraled into chaos, and Ashley couldn't pinpoint when it all went wrong. Was it the decision to split up? The thoughts whirled in her mind, making it impossible to think straight.
Tears streamed down Ashley's face as she took in the harrowing scenes surrounding her. Myra, her dear friend, was now lifeless. Dylan knelt on the ground, and clung to the only salvageable half of Myra's body, repeating assurances that she would be fine. But the reality was stark—Myra was gone.
Dylan, his hands stained with blood, tried desperately to staunch the bleeding from Myra's grievous wound. The city echoed with his desperate cries, urging Ashley to fetch a healer. However, Ashley found herself paralyzed, unable to move, as she stared at the lifeless form of her friend.
