The heavens opened and the rains fell, filling the sky with fire and death.
Within days, I was deep underground. Anyone with any sense did the same. The surface was their territory now.
I’ll never forget the first one I saw. Towering over the city, crushing buildings like twigs. Every footstep an earthquake, each breath a tornado. Little wonder the civilians have taken to calling them Gods.
I wish I knew more about them. The Scrolls speak of their arrival but not of their intentions, of what happens next. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
We can’t stay down here forever.