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"Destroyer of Worlds"
May. 18th, 2022 03:51 pm"Destroyer of Worlds"
11/1- 11/4/2000
I.
At the end of the second day, they had still found no survivors. Nothing remained of the city of Pak Du except stone rubble and charred wood, scorched earth and blackened bodies. It was the same as it had been in the village they had first found when entering the realm. The destruction was complete.
Picking his way through the debris, even Jeremy Bane was numb with disbelief. He thought he had seen a lot of horror in decades of the Midnight War, but it had always been on a smaller, personal level. This was hard to deal with. The Dire Wolf had the visor of his helmet up, revealing his narrow face and the grey eyes were distant. What could have done this? Technology of an Industrial Age level would not function in this realm by the will of Jordyn, or else Bane might have suspected someone had detonated a nuclear device here. Yet it had been less than a week ago that a messenger from Pak Du had come to him asking for help.
As he stood over a pile of broken masonry from which a single black wooden beam stood up at an angle, Bane's horror began to give way to anger. Thousands dead. Not a single survivor. And whatever had done this was still out there somewhere, perhaps ready to strike again somewhere else. He straightened up, unaware his fists were clenched, and turned to his two teammates.
( the rest of the story )
11/1- 11/4/2000
I.
At the end of the second day, they had still found no survivors. Nothing remained of the city of Pak Du except stone rubble and charred wood, scorched earth and blackened bodies. It was the same as it had been in the village they had first found when entering the realm. The destruction was complete.
Picking his way through the debris, even Jeremy Bane was numb with disbelief. He thought he had seen a lot of horror in decades of the Midnight War, but it had always been on a smaller, personal level. This was hard to deal with. The Dire Wolf had the visor of his helmet up, revealing his narrow face and the grey eyes were distant. What could have done this? Technology of an Industrial Age level would not function in this realm by the will of Jordyn, or else Bane might have suspected someone had detonated a nuclear device here. Yet it had been less than a week ago that a messenger from Pak Du had come to him asking for help.
As he stood over a pile of broken masonry from which a single black wooden beam stood up at an angle, Bane's horror began to give way to anger. Thousands dead. Not a single survivor. And whatever had done this was still out there somewhere, perhaps ready to strike again somewhere else. He straightened up, unaware his fists were clenched, and turned to his two teammates.
( the rest of the story )
