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Fires blazing, taking down towers and houses in the distance. A thick black smoke was in the air, wafting over the rubble of the earthquakes. It had been twenty-one minutes since the last one, but now the ground was beginning to shake again.
Past the city walls, everything was drowned in the water that crashed through the trees only moments before. Everything was either in pieces, being blown to pieces, or about to be blown to pieces.
One foot in front of the other, and every step was agony. Not because he was in physical pain - no, it was emotional pain and it was unbearable.
The only light in this post-apocalyptic dominion...almost everyone was dead, and those who weren't, were short on their way. No one could survive the natural disasters taking place across the country, not even those born of magic.
The tall, beautiful castle of Marlon was nothing but ashes now.
The world was ending, and it was taking no survivors.