The heavy rain pounded against the earth like a relentless drumbeat, accompanied by the deafening crash of thunder. The sky was a swirling storm of dark clouds, the wind howling through the ruined city like a beast mourning its dead.
The streets were soaked, rivers of blood mixing with the rainwater, flowing into the gutters like crimson streams.
This was the way of the world now.
Every day brought another battle, another massacre. And every night, the rain would come, as if trying to wash away the sins of the day.
Inside a dimly lit control room, Victor sat before a massive screen, a sinister smirk plastered across his face. The blue glow of the monitors cast eerie shadows on his sharp features, his eyes glinting with something dark, satisfaction, perhaps, or anticipation.
