A very young man walked across a dead land, the ground benath was dry with not a single plant standing nor growing. The man looked like someone in the age of 14 or 15, and he wore black hooded jacket. He was biting his lip as he walked towards a city, he was in rage.

  After a long walk, he finally had the city in his sight.

  "At long last."

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  The young man, or perhaps kid, stood straight as he stared coldly at the city.

  "This vile, foul and rotten city, must vanish from the face of this world."

  The kid extended his hand towards the city. Then, what seemed like black fog began to engulf his hand.

  "Perish, before us, perish before Death itself, you, all of you, which are unnecessary in this world."

  Then what felt like a dreadful wind blew in instant towards the large city which came from behind the young kid.

  "Decay and rot."