As Rasoul and Joy entered the ruined world, the scene before them was breathtaking and unsettling. The sky above was a jumbled mess of colors, streaked with torn clouds that looked like they were caught in a never-ending storm. The land beneath them was a patchwork of crumbled buildings, cracked earth, and tangled vegetation struggling to reclaim what was left of the city.
Joy zipped around Rasoul, her small wings fluttering with a mix of excitement and mischief. She was as unrestrained as ever, her bright eyes darting from one fragment of the wreckage to another. Despite the chaos around them, she seemed oddly at ease, as if this destruction was just another playground for her.