After passing through the teleportation gate, the survivors were presented with a city engulfed in slaughter.
The steel jungle-like buildings collapsed intermittently, throwing up countless clouds of dust. The Dark Buddha Statues, resembling evil spirits from Hell, moved grimly through the streets, unleashing rivers of blood.
Panicked and helpless citizens fled in disarray like stray dogs, but even a slight delay meant being brutally killed on the spot.
"Why is the battlefield in Japan?" a middle-aged man complained.
Looking up, Tokyo Bay, which once reflected the warm afternoon sunlight with its serene waves, was now a turbulent expanse. The massive waves resembled giant hands, repeatedly slapping the coastline.
Thick clouds filled the sky, smeared across like heavy ink, while wild winds blew a half-meter-high signboard, sending it rolling down the main street.
