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Anakins POV:
As we moved through the streets, the devastation swallowed us whole. Buildings were ablaze, flames clawing at the sky like desperate hands, casting a hellish glow over everything. The crackling fire mixed with the distant wails of sirens and the low, mournful hum of collapsing structures—a chaotic symphony of despair that made my chest tighten.
People stumbled past us, dazed and broken. A man clutched his side, blood pouring through his fingers, his eyes wide with shock. A woman nearby cradled a child who didn't cry, didn't move—just stared blankly, her face streaked with soot and tears. The air was thick with smoke, choking us with every breath, and the metallic tang of blood clung to the back of my throat.
