Whatever happened, the aftermath was a disaster.
Panicked citizens rushed through the streets in droves to escape the area. Many of them hobbling, bleeding in places, or otherwise having sustained damage. Between the rubble of decimated buildings, and the previous shockwave that was the likely origin of said destruction, the exact cause was irrelevant.
Perhaps the collapsing of various places had even cut off other escape routes from the danger, elevating the importance of this side further.
Regardless, Ella could only feel her chest heave in quiet relief.
'They're getting away... Good... But―'
In front of her, and even all around her, the fleeing men, women and children―all of them seemed bizarrely unaffected by it.
'―The snow...'
Completely unlike the reaction she herself experienced, upon interaction with others, it appeared just like that which occurred within purest nature, falling down softly, and to no measurable consequence.
