Avatar of the Frozen Behemoth: Volume 1

Chapter 31: A Plea for Salavation

The sky had turned a sickening shade of orange and black, the air thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and flesh. Screams and cries filled the air, a symphony of despair that seemed to reverberate through the very bones of the earth. Yukio and the group of teenagers crouched in the shadow of a crumbling wall, the cold bite of fear seeping into their veins.

Kota, his face pale and streaked with dirt, suddenly turned towards the street. "Look out! Take cover!" he shouted, his voice cracking with panic.

A massive explosion of chaotic fireballs rained down from the sky, each one a blazing inferno that scorched everything in its path. The street ahead was engulfed in flames, the once-familiar buildings reduced to flaming skeletons.

"Run!" Yukio screamed, his voice barely audible over the chaos.

They bolted down the street, feet pounding against the cobblestone, barely aware of the terrified people around them. Everywhere Yukio looked, there were faces twisted in horror-mothers clutching their children, fathers shielding their families, neighbors stumbling and falling as they tried to escape the hellish inferno.

Yukio's heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat that matched the chaos around him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring with tears and smoke. This was beyond anything he could have imagined-this wasn't just a battle, it was a nightmare made real.

As they ran, Yukio could see the destruction unfolding in real-time-the once orderly street was now a battleground, littered with debris and bodies. People screamed for help, for mercy, but there was no salvation in sight.

"What do we do?!" one of the teenagers cried, his voice trembling with fear. "We're going to die out here!"

"No, we won't!" Kota shouted back, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. "We just need to keep moving-stick together!"

Yukio felt his legs starting to give out, exhaustion and terror threatening to overtake him. But he couldn't stop-not now, not when everyone was counting on him to stay strong.

"Please... please, Almighty Frozen Behemoth," Yukio whispered under his breath, the words trembling on his lips. "Help us... guide us... don't let us die like this..."
The street opened up into a wide plaza, usually bustling with life but now eerily silent, save for the crackle of flames and the distant roars of battle.

The ground was littered with debris, and the fountain at the center, once a symbol of Spadia's peace, was shattered-water and blood mingling as they flowed across the cobblestones.

"There!" Kota pointed towards a dark alleyway at the far side of the plaza. "We can hide there!"

They sprinted across the plaza, dodging falling debris and the bodies of the fallen. Yukio's breath hitched as they passed by a family huddled together, the parents shielding their children from the firestorm. Their eyes, wide with terror, met Yukio's for a brief moment-a moment that felt like an eternity.

But there was no time to stop, no time to help. He tore his gaze away and pushed on, following Kota and the others into the alleyway.

The alley was narrow, the walls on either side cracked and crumbling. A partially destroyed building loomed above them, its structure weakened by the ongoing assault. Flames licked at its edges, casting flickering shadows that danced along the walls. The group stumbled into the relative safety of the alley, their breaths ragged and shallow.

Yukio collapsed against a wall, his legs trembling uncontrollably. His vision was swimming, tears mingling with the grime on his face. The overwhelming fear, the destruction, the death... it was too much.