Smoke of War

In an instant, heaven fell and the earth split apart.

An endless storm of Chaos erupted from the void, rushing toward the sky and earth at a rapid speed. The bright, cold, and gentle glow of the moon stood like a sturdy city wall, keeping out the storm of Chaos. Like a comet striking earth, the sky and earth seemed to stop for that very moment. Shortly after, limitless air waves erupted, creating the purest ripples of destruction. The solid ground had completely disappeared, only to be replaced by a huge, bottomless gully that was tens of kilometers wide, extending from one end of the horizon to the other, connecting the sky, earth, space, and time. At that moment, everything was torn apart. Dust to dust, soil to soil, Chaos to Chaos, and Order to Order. Black and white could never merge and water and fire would never live in peace. The extremities of all things were best embodied at that moment.

But that was still far from enough.