Fresh blood dripped from the edge of the Black War Axe.
A landing waymark flew over the young Defense Army soldier's head.
He no longer felt the ease he had just moments ago. He looked up, staring blankly as his home, the metropolis, burned and crumbled amidst the slaughter and war.
The landmark towers collapsed one after another, like mountains crashing to the ground.
The steel bridges connecting the districts snapped, collapsed, and plunged into the endless darkness of the Lower City District.
Fully armed invaders swarmed in.
The cries and screams of civilians were endless. The fear of death was frozen on faces that had once been so full of life.
As the smoke and dust before him gradually cleared, he saw a Radiant Waymark landing ship embedded in the ruins of a building. Nearby, the dust-covered bodies of a family of five lay half-buried in brick and rubble.
