Left Behind - The God Ball Mission by Chris Rabalais

In this haunting post-apocalyptic scene, a lone figure, cloaked in tattered robes, wanders the desolate streets of a ruined city. The air is thick with an eerie green haze, a shroud of divine wrath that chokes the life from the earth. Twisted, barren trees claw at the sky, their gnarled branches a stark reminder of the vitality that sin has stripped away. Rubble and debris litter the ground, the remnants of a once-thriving civilization now reduced to ash and decay. In the distance, a grand cathedral looms, its gothic spires cracked and crumbling, yet its clock tower glows faintly—a flickering beacon of God’s enduring presence amidst the destruction. This is the fate of the wicked, a warning to those who defy the Almighty: turn from evil, lest you too are left to wander the forsaken ruins, abandoned by grace in the shadow of His righteous judgment.