Three men ran through the streets of a ruined city in the dead of night, their path only illuminated by the light of the full moon, which cast a deep purple light across the world instead of its usual white.
Buildings had collapsed and been reduced to rubble, colossal sword marks drawn across their bodies as if they were mere stalks of Bamboo cut down by a master swordsman.
Corpses were strewn across the streets, hanging from lamp posts, crushed into past inside giant footprints in tarmac or charred to a crisp.
Dozens of shadows moved in the darkness behind these men as they desperately scrambled to safety. But such a thing was not easily achieved.
Another shadow descended from the sky, slamming down in front of them and crushing a car beneath it in the process. The shadow moved, lunging towards the three men in a mess of twisted limbs that defied logic.
