Ray stepped out of the red Portals with steady movements. The moment he crossed the threshold, the structure behind him began to dissolve. Its crimson glow dimmed until the Portals faded completely, leaving nothing but the faint shimmer of energy dispersing into the air.
He lifted his gaze.
Although the sun was still high, the sky had a muted, dusky tint. He knew this strange color would linger for a few days. After the Day of apocalypse, the atmosphere always settled into an unnatural state before slowly returning to normal.
All around him lay the evidence of what had taken place while he was inside. Bodies were scattered across the road, torn apart, crushed, or decapitated. The asphalt was stained dark red, long streaks of dried blood marking where people had fallen.
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