The sun was faintly visible through the floating clouds.
The wind blew strongly, whistling a strange and discordant melody among the destroyed structures. The shadows on the streets were long and menacing, forming grotesque figures.
In those streets, two men could be seen rushing forward at full speed through the debris blocking the road.
One wore a simple black Taoist robe, which fluttered behind him like a flag.
The other wore a simple white suit, stained with blood.
Behind them, a group of people was chasing them. Every step they took seemed to give them a slight advantage, but not enough.
They kept running at full speed, breathing calmly. Sweat clouded their vision. Their eyes darted around, looking for the path with the fewest obstacles in that street full of debris and corpses.
They couldn't go on like this. They had to do something to get out of that city alive.
