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Clang... Clang...
The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through a city that could only be described as a ghost city. All the buildings were nothing but rumble and the streets were filled with dead human corpse.
The stench of blood lingered in the air calling all the beast to scavenge on the dead bodies. The desert sand which had all turned red, with limbs that could be seen trashed around.
No matter how hot the sun was, the blood never evaporated and left the ground, it was still sticking their like it was on mission.
The sand dunes come and go like a yoyo, but the scene did change. As if It's a painting set in stone.
The sky was purple and huge cracks were printed on it. The sun had turned snow white as its rays shone through the horrific land. If one glanced at the world, they would have the feeling that the world had just leaved through an apocalypse.
