Hot. It was burning. Wherever the wind blew, only warm air came, but I was wet. Not of sweat, nor of water, but of blood.
Lying helplessly in a mountain of corpses, there stood only one man before me.
Behind him was the city, burned in the fires of destruction. Ashes filled the skies, smoke covered the clouds, and burning inferno engulfed what remained of the buildings.
But he stood there, paying no heed to the destruction all around him.
For it was he who started it all.
And I swear to find him, the man behind this carnage, the man who stopped time as known to man. I will be the one to kill the man known as the Heart Breaker.