A Losing Battle

Within one of the shelters in Ellora City, the over ten thousand people huddled within trembled every time the shelter tremored. Fant cracks formed on the ceiling as dust and tiny fragments of crystals fell after every tremor.

It only terrified them. The gazes of most were on a large crack that extended for more than thirty metres, the largest in the shelter's ceiling. This crack formed after the recent wave of attacks, most of which slammed into the ground above the shelter.

The shockwaves ended up reaching the shelter ceiling and damaged it. The corrosive properties within the artilleries only ended up amplifying the scale of damage.

"Will we survive?"

"Doesn't it seem hopeless?" Two girls huddled close to the corner talked in fear.