A massive cloud of steam, wrapped in firelight, mud, and smoke, propped up the night sky as it slowly rose toward the heavens.
Below lay a shattered seabed, along with a localized tsunami that had arrived in tandem. The waves were three to five meters high. One wave after another surged past, flooding over the Coastline—where only blazing ruins remained. Seawater and flames intertwined across the wreckage, swiftly erasing any living thing that might have survived.
Farther inland, beyond the reach of the tsunami, the city was engulfed in an even purer sea of fire.
The nuclear bomb that had landed several hundred meters offshore created a shockwave and thermal radiation that destroyed nearly every building within a one-kilometer radius. Fires raged throughout the area three to five kilometers away, heat waves shot into the sky, and black smoke billowed.
Even this beach where the two of them stood was relatively barren and remote, some distance from the bustling city center.
Yet after this wave, the number of people directly killed by the shockwave and thermal radiation was probably already in the thousands. The subsequent fires, radiation, and the man-made disasters inevitably caused by that utterly untrustworthy governing system would likely raise the casualty count tenfold, perhaps a hundredfold.
Controlling Wang Yong's body, Ronan steadied himself amid the sweeping gale and the vortex of vapor and mud. Most of his clothes had burned away, leaving him half-naked. He did not care. His gaze remained fixed on the sky-high flames along the shore and the city twisting amid fire and thick smoke.
How had the Reclamation Corps dared?
Why wouldn't they dare!
Perhaps because his thoughts had become too tangled, his body felt somewhat sluggish. Well, that was actually the effect of the localized electromagnetic pulse from the nuclear explosion on