And all twenty of the Flying Star Realm warriors had perished. Not one survived.
His gaze moved past the edge of the battlefield, settling on the mostly collapsed residential district of the outer city.
Once, it had been a place brimming with life; now, it was a scene straight from hell.
Toppled buildings stood like giant tombstones, their rebar and concrete twisted out of shape. Torn furniture and shredded clothing lay scattered everywhere, while gruesome patches of blood stained the ground.
The suppressed sobs of survivors and the helpless cries of children could occasionally be heard, sounding particularly jarring amidst the dead silence of the ruins.
An aura of despair hung in the air, pressing down on everyone's heart like a cold, heavy stone.
Scenes like this, a veritable apocalypse, had become more common recently as Stargates appeared with increasing frequency near towns and cities. This was the third time Li Wen had witnessed such a sight with his own eyes.
