Malakai's paws touched the scorching ground as he entered the city. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning wood and flesh.
He gazed around, his eyes scanning the desolate landscape. Burnt houses stood like skeletons, their windows gaping like empty eyes.
The streets were littered with ash-covered corpses, their faces contorted in perpetual screams. Malakai's curiosity got the better of him, and he reached out a paw to touch a nearby corpse. It shattered into ash, the particles dancing in the wind.
He shook his head, remembering his task. As he ran through the city, his sensitive nose picked up the scent of smoke and ash, but he pushed on, undeterred.
The sounds of chaos filled the air - humans screaming, buildings crumbling, and the constant crackle of flames.
