On the other side of the hills, Jian watched the city collapse in eerie silence.
From the window of the cab, the flames looked like curling fingers clawing at the sky. The second blast had torn through concrete and metal like it was paper. Towers he remembered walking past just hours ago were now nothing but pillars of smoke. The shockwave still echoed in his ears, dull and distant, like the heartbeat of a dying beast.
His lips were pressed into a thin line.
He simply watched, a deep frown etched across his face.
Just like last time.
Nothing changed.
He remembered it all now—the speed at which destruction spread. The blinding light, the unbearable noise, and the silence that followed. The second blast was always worse. Unnatural. It hadn't just flattened buildings—it had taken everything in its path. Lives, memories, entire futures.
There was no sound form the city. no screams.. nothing. just.. just everyone died. silently.
