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Doomsday

It went up and up, until…
there was nothing. The sky, such a short time ago swarming with combat was now clear as a summer’s day. Not even clouds persisted.
Dante retched, the bottom of his stomach seeming to plummet and leap at the same time. Behind them the soldiers were brought to their knees. Some looked away, unable to hide the innate disgust this had evoked in them. Others were unable to look away from the sky, unbelieving of what had taken place. None under that sun were able to bring themselves to speak that day, the events etched in the very aether of the planet for all eternity.

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