As the song played more intensely as time went on, (this song:
The city's fire and destruction grew evermore insane and deadly. The planes whipped around the buildings with an ease as they dropped bomb and bomb; making the city tremble as if an earthquake was about to begin. The fiery waves grew ever more larger and closer to the center, as anyone trying to escape would be forced into the center of the city. The tallest buildings came crashing down, as they produced their own waves of ash and dust. Everyone would be covered in dust, everyone would be hurting, everyone was tired.
Everyone was in fear of burning to death. There was no shortage of examples, as monsters and soldiers also trapped, came running out of buildings with their skin melting from the fires engulfing their bodies. It wasn't just bombs they were throwing down at everyone... It was white phosphorus. To say this was horrifying and disgusting to see was an understatement.
"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me...."
Everyone fast enough to run, (meaning everyone we introduced,) would find themselves in the middle of the city, a times square looking road, where a massive vortex of smoke blocked the moon. It became hard to breath and their eyes would water from how much smoke there was. Everything felt hot and sticky, to where touching the pavement felt like your skill boil from the slightest touch. Death by fire was soon to approach, as all the planes made one last flyover. Around twenty bombers in total, releasing one last round of destruction onto our heroes. Hope seemed lost.
