A ghastly pale sun slowly set in the west. Night had fallen again.

Things that looked like corpses, but were actually ghosts, or even the rotten flesh of many lives, crawled out of every nook and cranny like cockroaches. They skittered toward the devastated city. It should’ve been a magnificent and grandiose structure, but it wavered like a boat caught in a ferocious gale.

Its sole remaining formation lit up, silently defending the city against hordes of creatures. A thousand holes and a hundred boils marked its surface. Countless living beings filled its openings with their own bodies.

It was another night of despair.

……

Morning...