The view was chaotic. Explosions shook the ground and everything on it. Smoke rose around. Shockwaves destroyed windows, pillars of many shapes and materials got the same destiny, and giant boulders got thrown into the air as if they were just pebbles in the hands of an adult. Dust rose, and the air smelled weird.
The streets were empty. There were no enemies in sight.
<They all retreated…>
It was as if a giant hand had swept through the city, leaving nothing but rubble and silence in its wake.
Though the scale of destruction was immense and the silence unsettling, Erik remained unfazed.
Years of combat had desensitized him to such sights. The silence, the dust, the smoke, and the crumbling structures were all too familiar. To him, this was merely another fight in a life full of them.