Dust swelled in the air spiraling as the last light of the day pulled back behind the broken walls and twisted steel of collapsed buildings. Winds shot up, gashing across the deserted land, carrying the smell of dirt and rust, and slipping through the gaps in fallen walls and the hollow rooms that were once occupied by families.
On the streets, nothing moved, not even birds, only the slow settling of debris followed by rushed claws slamming heavily and digging the groud.
A piece of mirror shattered from a window, clinked, and rolled from the top of the building with a church bell hanging on it, as the ground trembled when the creatures moved beneath it.
Loud roars came in, deep and ragged, shaking loose fragments from the half-standing building closest to the road and all the dangling mirrors waiting to be let loose. They tumbled down, floating in the air and hitting the earth hard enough that it stirred more dust.
