The building shook, and the walls were starting to get unstable from the sheer amount of energy blasts. Blood was everywhere: on the floor, the ceiling, and all over the walls, as if someone had painted it on.
You had to watch your step, or else you might step on the remains of what used to be a human, or rather, a mushroom human. Lilith was breathing heavily in a pool of blood and bodies.
Most of the seats had been destroyed to the point that you had no idea what they used to be, or broken, without any way of holding a human.
Blood flowed into his eyes as he wiped it away, walking over to the stage, where Harvey rested, but when he got there, he was met by the harsh truth.
The boy was already dead.
He clenched his fists tight as blood continued to flow from his hands... but now he wasn't sure who it belonged to, if it was from one of the mushroom men or himself.
