The nights of Allan Fort were peaceful, separated from the external threat of the apocalypse beyond the Fortress ' walls. The artificial skies were dim and replicated the dark allure of the distant nights in the Outer Wall.
There was no star, no moon. Only an empty expanse that was the domed ceiling, high up and above.
And in all of this peaceful serenity, the Outer Wall was suddenly awoken by a powerful explosion in a Northern Downtown district.
-BOOM!
Violet flames soared into the air, drawing trails of anarchy and carnage. The rapid turret's of guns and bullets created a disharmonic cacaphony of noises. In a certain warehouse District, the cries of men spread out like wild fire.
"Attack! We're under attack!" Men scurried around with screams of alarms.