Once a hubbub, the city's central plaza was now unrecognizable, drowned in a dark ooze. The buildings cracked and sank, and the city bells fell silent, one by one, torn from their towers, the sound that replaced them was wails of the dying, who were clinging to their life, trying to find an escape.
Elias, through sheer will, tried to crawl towards Jonan, his fingers were trembling as they reached out. "Jonan… we… we have to…"
He didn't finish the sentence. He coughed, blood was spurting from his lips, and he collapsed, as his body was riddled with debris.
Jonan was horrified at the sudden turn of events, they were resting just for a bit, and when they came out, noticing the commotion in the streets, never in their dreams did they ever think of being faced with such a massive entity, for which indirectly they were responsible.
