The city grew quiet, the wind stopping completely, the sand that had been floating in the breeze began to drift to the ground like dry snow. The spirits wandered, who would be the commanding force of the new world, would the new world be a world of water, each tiny change in the earths water and all the elements are tossed apart. Or would the world rot, burn, freeze or just lay in darkness. They did not know, even the wretches wandering through the streets sensed something, their blind eyes staring up into the sky.
The calm before the storm it seemed, the world preparing to tear itself apart to breath new life.
A small band of wretches stopped in the middle of a road, listening, they heard a loud roar and scattered, a huge brutish twisted giant ran towards them, bulging with mutated blackened muscle, it stood a good 100ft off the ground, it's head sunk into its neck. It was a remnant, a long preserved beast from the dying times of the human wars, an experiment. It charged towards a small group of colossi it saw, not knowing what he faced, it leap at them clawed hands sweeping towards adontonius' face.