Ruination of Earth

War!

It is something one must never experience in their lifetime. A living being's desperate wish during its survival was to never become part of a war.

Unfortunately, in a society controlled by the greed of the wealthy and powerful, their words were the decree that plunged millions and even billions of people into a life of horror, one brought by a war of vested interests.

Pheeeetalalala!

A whistling sound resounded loud and clear as the Death God's weapon scoured through the night sky, shining brightly like a shooting star as it gradually headed closer to the ground.

In a street with damaged buildings, brought about by the whistling sound, the refugees walked out one after another. They wore clothes covered by dust, blood, and sweat, almost rags. Their faces were unkempt while their teeth had seen better days.