Destruction stretched to the horizon like a disease that refused to die.
Alex stood on a cracked street, the soles of his boots grinding against broken glass and debris. Buildings that had once reached proudly toward the sky now lay in jagged pieces, their steel skeletons exposed. The world of Etheron that he had left behind before entering the Tower—the vibrant cities, the towering spires, the bustle of life—was nowhere to be seen.
In its place, a different Etheron existed.
One that had already collapsed.
The sky above was a single sheet of darkness, heavy and unbroken, as if clouds and stars had both been erased. No sun. No moon. Just a darkened ceiling pressing down on the ruined world.
