In just two to three days, the world had become a horrific sight of wounds and scars.
A city once by the sea, the earthquakes had not stopped, high-rise buildings torn like pieces of paper, dust filling the air, streets riven with huge cracks, countless people trying to struggle amidst the cries and wails, but ultimately being engulfed by the subterranean, thunderous vibrations that drowned out all sound.
And in the coastal regions, tens of thousands of ships of varying sizes lay stranded on the dried-up seabed, shattered amidst the roiling, filthy mire that surged like ocean waves.
However, as celestial fragments tinged with a red glow pierced the atmosphere, bringing their force earthward,
the prisons built by higher beings through constructs of consciousness were suddenly breached with a "hole."
Almost simultaneously, a will from beyond seemed to seize this moment, slipping into this world through that "hole."
