"Argh…"
"Help me…!"
"My leg…! My leg is trapped!"
In a city deeper into East Kandria, a large number of Martial Artists and other helpers began sifting through rubble as they extracted survivors and the wounded.
The cries of pain and agony from those who had managed to survive, the cries of grief from those who lost family and friends, and their entire life built over many years and decades hung in the air.
"AARRRRGGGHRRHRHRHR!!!" A screeching woman fell to her knees as Martial Artists recovered the corpse of a young infant who had passed away from the tsunami that swept Kandria. Her agonizing scream turned into a grinding, choking sound as she clasped her dead baby, wailing uncontrollably.
The Martial Artists around her simply stood helplessly as they watched with dark expressions. Not even the bright and warm light of the afternoon sky could disperse the darkness that had begun to settle in the mood in the air.
