Smog and the scent of burning corpses filled the city walls. Divine light hardly broke through the shattered buildings, doing nothing against the pending chaos. Blood covered the once pristine cobblestone...It seemed everything pointed to no return.

Mortis had run out of filters for their mask. The lenses fogged with heavy and hot breath, their uniform charred and tattered.

The screaming kept them present. Everyone in view was injured. They had a job to do. They had to stay awake.