The streets were every bit as gruesome as I’d imagined, and yet, seeing it in person was a different kind of sensory overload. The cobblestones were slick with a thick, dark crimson that pooled in the grooves, making every step feel heavy and intentional. Piles of bodies were stacked like cordwood along the curbs, their glassy eyes staring at a sky they’d never see again. But the most jarring part wasn't the c*****e; it was the reaction of the survivors.
Every demon we crossed paths with didn't just step aside. They collapsed. They hit the ground with a frantic, desperate thud, their bodies shaking so violently I could almost hear their teeth chattering. My heart was thundering against my ribs, a wild, rhythmic drumming that matched the pulsing energy of the city. I looked into their eyes
