The screaming reached me before I could see the source.
Millions of voices crying out in pain and terror, a symphony of suffering that stretched across the entire horizon as far as my eyes could see. As we emerged from the underground tunnels into what should have been a safe evacuation zone, the scene that greeted me was worse than anything I had imagined during our desperate flight through the city.
Bodies lay scattered across the massive plaza like broken dolls, their blood painting abstract patterns that spoke to the Order's systematic cruelty. But this wasn't just one evacuation point—through the smoke and flames, I could see similar devastation extending throughout the entire district. Avalon City, home to thirty million souls, was being systematically butchered.
