It was World War V.
You would have thought that by now, the human race would have learnt that world wars do nothing but cause destruction and death.
Choking on ash, I watched as huge orange flames devour the Earth from my ledge. I was one of the Survivors. The Survivors were a small group of people who were immune to certain things and or has the ability to perform certain actions. We were a group of humans with special abilities inherited from our ancestors - humans who were bestowed with gifts that the Earth would need should evil run havoc. We were given the holy duty to both purge the Earth and heal it.
I was immune to water and had the power to manipulate heat. And I just set the world on fire.
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