"This place is totaled, Rafik must have really messed this guy up, I kind of feel bad for him."
Trey's voice broke the heavy silence that hung thick in the air, his words barely masking the unease gnawing at his chest.
He stepped cautiously onto the battlefield, his boots crunching over shattered concrete and twisted metal.
The ground beneath him was littered with the detritus of destruction—chunks of crumbled buildings lay strewn like discarded toys, shattered glass reflecting the dim light of a fading sun.
Every step echoed the magnitude of the fight that had just taken place here.
His eyes scanned the ruins, taking in the skeletal frames of what once were homes and shops, now mere husks ravaged by overwhelming force.
