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Perched atop a highrise building, a lone figure observed the destruction that razed the city like the wrath of god. The empty space around the figure blurred like a heat haze, shimmering and obscuring the figure's features.

As he stood on the skyscraper's terrace, John let the dawn's wind caress his weathered skin and gently ripple his black hair. His golden eyes were set firmly on the monsters circling the city centre from afar.

The city had undergone drastic changes since the apocalypse. The desolate streets, the wrecked vehicles, the towering skyscrapers torn apart by claws that could tear through steel. The monsters walked amongst the ruins of civilisation as if their arrival had paved the way for a new world order.