Lingshui City
Collapsing skyscrapers became giant altars that sat atop the city ruins.
The white altars, standing about a hundred meters tall, with their hundreds of meters wide hexagonal bases, were spaced far apart, occupying the entire urban space. Lizard Script on the altars emitted a faint light, continuously gathering energy.
Above these altars, the energy they gathered formed enormous rifts in the fabric of different dimensions, twinkling like the eyes of colossal gemstones.
Splendid and heavy under the clouds, those eyes of the rifts shone like stars, starkly contrasting the steel-reinforced concrete ruins of the city.
If this had been before the apocalypse, such a scene would surely have been a spectacle to shock the world.
But now, there was no one who wished to admire it.
Lizardmen patrolled the city in groups, mumbling incomprehensible words, wielding spears as they herded groups of ragged survivors.