Explosions reverberated from the distance as black smoke billowed towards the storm-covered heavens. These pillars of darkness towered over the devastated cityscape, a mark of destruction and suffering.
Craters filled the streets of the city while looming buildings became nothing more than collapsed rubble and dust.
It was a horrifying sight, as an eerie silence hung over the desolate and ruined battlefield. The general and the garrison had lost, unable to defeat the monstrous abomination above the dark skies.
Thunder rumbled as flashes unveiled the gargantuan silhouette of Leviathan as it soared through the pitch-black heavens.
Yet there was no one and nothing to see its authority and power. For all have lost except for a single one, a lone vampire who survived by fortune alone.
The wind whispered through his ears, his pale body painted with the blood of his comrades. He was the survivor of the catastrophe.
