Destruction. (First Draft and will prob be part of Chp1)

It had arrived. Humanity had dreaded this moment since time began. Now, beneath a bruised sky, a crowd of gaunt refugees gazed upward. The stench of decay choked the air. David scanned the ruins—they were everywhere. The Qu: celestial, god-like horrors. Drenched in sweat, he struck his legs, pleading them to move. Run… I must run… he thought. He bolted—no plan, no destination—only raw instinct. Then, without warning, mangled bodies rained from the c heavens. A pile crashed down, crushing his legs. Paralyzed, he looked up. The Qu hovered above. Their void-like eyes locked with his, piercing deep. David's face twisted—not just in fear, but in something darker: vengeance.