No survivors

At least an hour after Elias left, men dressed in black suits and dark shades filed briskly out of the multiple black cars that seemed to be endlessly coming from the top of the road.

They scattered about, listening keenly for a heartbeat or a breath, but after searching under large blocks of concrete, all they were able to find were bloody corpses of the elderly, newborn babies, and people without arms, legs, or both.

It was a devastating, heart-wrenching sight that shifted even the cold hearts of the stone-faced men who took pride in their ability to maintain a serious expression.

"There are no survivors," a raven-haired woman dressed similarly to her comrades in a suit and dark shades started as she approached Xander standing amidst the rubble. "Are you sure Elias has been here?"