In the span of just seventy-two hours, the global population of paragons had been brutally decimated, plunging from the triple digits down to a two-digit few. Those who survived were completely paralyzed by a mixture of lingering awe and deep, psychological horror.
Every time they closed their eyes, every time they glanced up at the sky or cast their gaze across the newly formed geography, they didn't see normal landscapes like most would. All they saw were the stone-calcified corpses of their comrades, the eternal monuments of their collective arrogance.
Meanwhile, as the sun rose on the radically altered world, the mortals of Nana blinked open their eyes in total confusion.
