The air has been a rusty brown ever since the day they all passed, it was that awful day I decided to poke my head out and see Fallville for what it really was. Just the other day, when it began there were dark stones, like obsidian, twirling about in the air, in a circular motion as if a tornado were to develop. A dark brown twirled with it, the obsidian outlining it.
Dark purple sparks flew from the dancing mixture, an orange glow creeped out slowly then bursted out, the orange soon filled the area, soon to be crawling around the entire planet. Buildings were being melted like butter in a microwave, chunks of the earth’s cruts blowing up into the air revealing the mantle’s threatning lava.
In a crator of magma, a lone pillar of dirt stood with the mixture twirling a top. Multiple… abominations flooded out just like you couldn’t imagine. Some humonoids rocketing out into the air, flying about while others dove for land, muscled fiends jumping from the pillar to solid ground meters away.
The skies turned black and dust permanently stained the air, chunks of ground soaring about like bullets. Buildings reduced to ruble, corpses that could somewhat take the blast lined the streets, others we blown to bits, their intestines hanging on the trees. Some humans vanished into ashes, some become part of the dust. Me?
It’s miraculous I even survived this with very little bruises, though I wish I had ended up like the others, you wouldn’t believe the wonders that they did to this place…