In the wilderness outside Tower City, the eerie wail of fighter jets swept across the sky once again.
Accompanied by the deafening roar of the bombing.
The wilderness shook, mountains quivered, and houses, fortifications or suspected targets crumbled in the fierce flame.
Soon, everything came to an abrupt halt; the combat formation moved away without a care after its routine, aimless bombardment, disappearing from sight.
A few minutes later, the raging storm swept in, flying sand and stones, devouring the entire world.
In this vast wilderness, every corner is filled with chasms and weathered boulders.
Occasionally, the earth swells up, giant bugs climb out from underground, gnawing on lizards and hyenas, only to be preyed upon by other beasts; they are quickly divided among scavengers attracted by the scent before their corpses dry.
Like hell.
Aside from desolation, there's nothing.
